The harlequin, a mysterious character✰#drawingwithstories| @chopiliart
"It feels like a circus clown waking up one morning and no longer wanting to put on a red rubber nose."
— Christina Baker Kline American writer1964
harlequin
I'M BACK..
Since I was a child I have always been afraid of clowns, at this age much more I do not know why LOL. But for some strange reason the harlequins, that although they are a type of clowns, have never given me a feeling of fear, but rather of mystery. I feel that they hide much more sorrows from a clown. Don't ask me why, I wouldn't know how to answer.
That's where my inspiration came from, so I took my pencils and colors and wanted to draw a
harlequin but this time I will not do what I usually do to tell you how I did the drawing, but rather I will tell you a story that came to me when drawing such a Peculiar character. So let's go there:
❧PROCESS AND HISTORY...
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❢The Harlequin of dreams❢
I was a small boy of 12 years old who lived on the outskirts of the town of Tandtown. I did not have many friends, nor in my neighborhood; because he was very small and at school because we were not more than 200 students. At home I always felt
isolated with an alcoholic father and a mother who didn't care that the dishes were dirty for 3 days in a row so .. well.
One night, well not that night I remember that it was around 6:40 pm since the sun was setting in the sky of Tandtown. I left my house while my parents were still having dinner had a strange feeling. it was like something was calling me to the dark forest that was in front of my street. it was as dark as a hole itself. So much so that not even the moonlight got there.
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I just went out and walked over there. Maybe dinner was not interesting because the usual thing was that my parents started yelling at each other and my father hit my mom in the face and then uncovered a sparkling bottle of a corona beer and sat in that dirty and smelly chair in the living room to see the fight club. Well, if something happened to me in that forest that called me, I knew that my absence would not be noticed.
As I walked into the forest I saw blue, red and green lights projecting into the sky and wanted to know every second more what it was about. When I arrived there was a circus in the middle of the forest and all the people and animals wore a carnival mask and because it was obvious in the case of a circus I entered the function without paying a ticket. There was no collector or a ticket and everything was dark except the stage. I sat down. I was listening to the laughter and from one moment to another the characters began to approach me.
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First a fat bearded woman who asked me if I wanted to be like her to which I replied no. They kept passing and one by one he asked me an increasingly strange question. until a very striking harlequin approached me in his suit and said:
Do you believe that life is beyond waking up and having breakfast in the morning?
That question did not make any more sense to me, it seemed funny to me because a character approached you with such a question.
Well I think it depends if you think that life has any meaning
What happened after that question is still a mystery to me today. I returned home but every morning I wake up with white paint on my face and a makeup almost gone. and I have very strange dreams in which I am a harlequin dancing in the circus I went to. But when my performance ends and the lights come on, no one is there. Or maybe it is not a dream? a and I didn't tell them my name but I think it's not important anymore.
Original drawing by :@chopiliart
made on: colors on marfil paper
And what does the story convey to you?
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ESPAÑOL
Se siente como un payaso de circo que se despierta una mañana y ya no quiere colocarse la nariz de goma roja.“
— Christina Baker Kline escritora estadounidense 1964
Arlequin
ESTOY DE VUELTA..
Desde niño siempre le he tenido miedo a los payasos, a esta edad mucho mas no sé por qué LOL. Pero por alguna razón extraña los arlequines, que aunque son un tipo de payasos nunca me han dado sensación de miedo si no mas bien de misterio. Siento que ocultan muchas mas penas de un payaso. no me preguntes por qué , no sabría responder.
De allí vino mi inspiración así que tomé mis lapices y colores y quise dibujar un
arlequín pero esta vez no voy a hacer lo que suelo hacer de contarte como hice el dibujo, si no mas bien te contaré una historia que llegó a mi al dibujar a tan peculiar personaje. Así que vamos allá:..
❧PROCESO E HISTORIA...
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❢EL Arlequin de los sueños❢
Yo era un pequeño chico de 12 años que vivía a las afueras del pueblo de Tandtown no tenia muchos amigos ni en mi barrio; porque era muy pequeño y en la escuela porque no eramos mas de 200 alumnos. En casa siempre me sentí
aislado con un padre alcohólico y una madre a la que no le importaba que los platos estuvieran sucios por 3 días seguidos así que.. bueno.
Una noche, bueno no tan noche recuerdo que eran eso de las 6:40 pm ya el sol se estaba ocultando por el cielo de Tandtown. Salí de mis casa mientras mis padres aun cenaban tenia una sensación extraña. era como que algo me llamaba al oscuro bosque que quedaba frente a mi calle. era tan oscuro como un hoyo mismo. tanto que ni la luz de la luna llegaba ahí.
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Solo salí y camine hacia allá. igual la cena no estaba interesante pues lo usual era que mis padres empezaran a gritarse y mi padre le golpeara en el rostro a mi mama y luego destapara una botella espumante de una cerveza corona y se sentaba en ese sillón sucio y mal oliente de la sala a ver el club de la pelea. Bueno en fin si me pasaba algo en ese bosque que me llamaba sabia que mi ausencia no se iba a notar.
Mientras caminaba al bosque veía unas luces azules rojas y verdes proyectándose en en cielo y quería saber cada segundo mas de que se trataba. Al llegar había un circo en medio del bosque y todas las personas y animales llevaban una mascara de carnaval y pues era algo obvio tratándose de una circo entré a la función sin pagar boleto. no había cobrador ni alguna tickera y todo estaba oscuro excepto el escenario. Me senté. escuchaba las risas y de un momento a otro los personajes se me empezaron a acercar
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Primero un gorda barbuda que me pregunto al odio si quería ser como ella a lo que le respondí que no. Siguieron pasando y uno a uno me hacia una pregunta cada vez mas extraña. hasta que se me acerco un arlequín muy llamativo en su traje y me dijo:
Crees en que la vida es mas allá de despertarte y desayunar por las mañanas ?
Esa pregunta no le encontré mayor sentido, me pareció gracioso pues que un personaje se te acerque con semejante interrogante.En fin le respondí:
Pues creo que es depende si crees que la vida tiene algún sentido
Lo que paso luego de esa pregunta hoy día me sigue siendo un misterio. Volví a casa pero todas las mañanas amanezco con pintura blanca en la cara y un maquillaje ya casi desaparecido. y tengo sueños muy extraños en los que soy un arlequín danzando en el circo al que fui. Pero cuando termina mi función y encienden las luces no hay nadie allí. ¿o tal vez no sea un sueño?. a y no les dije mi nombre pero creo que ya no es importante.
Dibujo original de :@chopiliart
Hecho en: colores sobre papel marfil
Y ati ¿que te transmite la historia?
Espero mi artículo haya sido de tu agrado, déjame tu opinión acerca del dibujo y si tienes alguna duda sobre dibujo puedes hacerla que con gusto responderé en los comentarios. Hasta otro post.Gracias por apoyarme
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This art looks good! Your childhood doesn't sound like it was a pleasant time for you.. We can't choose our parents unfortunately. But once we grow up we can choose who we decide to be,no matter the family where we come from. Thank you for sharing a bit from your personal life here😊
hello, it's a fictional story luckily. My parents were not the best but they did not come to that. inspires me a lot in this story. and I put a difficult life for the boy, but luckily I did not pass this story hahaha thanks for reading <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<
Oh it was so well written that I thought it was real. Good writing skills then!