Sketchdump for the day. :O
Self Portrait and a random male character that is yet to be clothed.
"Boredom is your ‘fuller life’ calling you, and you fear hearing the call."
I dunno y’all. This week was creatively frustrating. Didn’t really like the composition. Tried doing the colors with watercolor and it did not turn out well. Looked like a kindergartner’s first time with the stuff. Je ne sais pas quoi faire. :|
So I submitted my painting to EatSleepDraw and look at all those hearts! I feel a little better about my art now and more motivated as well.
Art jam stuff. I think I’m beating this theme like a dead horse. Must draw other characters for a change! Looks like he’s dancing. Should’ve found a different reference pic. :O
Concept, hopefully to be painted. Maybe.
Feel like I’ve peaked artistically. My style hasn’t evolved as far as I had hoped once graduating from school. Can’t see any more substantial growth. It’s all downhill from here.
Ha, being a librarian sounds rather pleasant right now. Might try it out later down the road.
Digital coloured version. Gonna watercolour it tomorrow and see which I like better. :O
My friend Jay as a Team Rocket Grunt. This was suppose to be finished a year ago-ish for an art trade but dayummmmm~ I don’t know why it took me so long to actually sit down and work on it.
Sorry about that Jay, I’ll make it up to you…. in bed.
Oh yeah, since I’m sure you’ll see this, Jay I need your email so I can give you the larger version. I thought I had it but I guess not~
#listening to Hammock
The lights from where the pacing is out wild and feverish neglects the ones with glacier feet and dawdling spirits.
These soles[souls], they retreat to clearings, to trees, to quiet, to solitude.
The millisecond breaths give way to the long drawl as hours hang and minutes grow fat.
Each gasp; the chest balloons. Each exhale; the pace of a mule.
Our eyes sway across cloudy tufts and lips murmur the sweet, for the moment it swells; bursting with detail.
What a life, this life, where time is forgotten. Where the now is important, and the rush is downtrodden.