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SUPERlazy

Oh no! Sorry guys, I have had a seriously weird week. I’m selling my house, working projects due before the week ended and ended up in the hospital.

So when I got home Sunday I was a bit dejected. So I binged an entire snooker tournament. That got my creative juices going and late last night I created this image.

Nothing like working to a deadline! See you next week.

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The Eye

You can always tell from the start when an image is going to work out. The drawing flows out of you, the pallet is complimentary and you aren’t in a dark place emotionally.

My life feels like some semblance of order is starting to take shape. It’s nice; chaos is stress and while you can grow under pressure, it can also wear you down.

So this project was a result of a peaceful place that I haven’t been in for over a year.

That sounds worse looking at the words. Crap.

So anyway… I changed certain aspects of my blending and colored in my cool spots to take away the warmth in those areas.

In the past I would colour match for the markers, but as they dried on the mixed media paper I would lose a lot of contrast. I solved this by going a step darker than I usually would.

For me, eyes are pretty easy, but you can definitely overthink them. I see people who try to add every colour they see, without asking themselves should they. Let’s be honest; if the image isn’t big enough for that level of detail, why add it?

I learned something new. In the past my blacks never felt deep enough. I would go over them but not get to where I wanted them. But thanks to #inktober, I found a technique for that!

I also have perfect tape lines! So happy!

My goal with this was to make her “pretty ugly”; that is take a beautiful person and show them in an unflattering light. She’s crying and her nose is red and slightly runny. I hope you guys like it!

An Undiluted State

Man, these days are starting to blend together! I’m churning out a lot of images both for work and for #inktober.

I noticed that a lot of folks only work in single Colorado during this event. Must be nice! I tried it with Godzilla and didn’t enjoy it as much. I’m sure that if I were to continue, I’d lose interest.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate a good doodle. It’s just that the demands of my everyday life and projects mean that I have to make my sketch time count!

So, yeah, I end up doing random subjects. I have more fun that way.

Isn’t that kind of the point?

All the Stars

Hope you guys had a great weekend! They’re always so short, huh? Anyway here’s an hour of my Saturday…

I’ve been asked before about why I don’t do more complicated pieces. Mostly it’s because I tend to draw for my personal enjoyment. Recently though, I’ve had a few things pop into my head; I just don’t know what format that I would want to use.

Oh well…I suppose that I could go back to digital. It’s just that I spend all day working on projects that way. And I have about 48 motorcycles that I may have to draw!

Wish me luck! 🙀

[un] avoidable happiness

It’s been super busy for me in life recently. To begin with, I have a new job! It’s going to allow me the time to do some of the work I’m interested in. More on that later…

I found an old sketchpad. Well, I guess “new” would be more appropriate since it’s been in a cabinet unused for this entire time (5 years!). As soon as I started working with it, I knew it for what it was.

A damn great medium.

It allows me to give my markers an almost watercolor feel. That level of detail and control is exactly what I’m looking for.

Plus, now that I’m riding the commuter train again, it’s portable enough for my needs!

So I have a few weeks before #inktober kicks off and I expect to get in a lot of practice.

Luckily, my life seems to be making a turn. I’m holding out hope. 😊

Asphyxiation

I have had a crazy couple of weeks! First, I went to work for a new company and they were really awesome people. Then, I was hired by the federal government! Yep, pension, benefits and horrible commuting! Today is actually my first day.

So I drew this weekend. A LOT.

The mustang is from a photo that I took at a car show. I was trying to combine my style with that of another artist, whose look I admire. Hopefully it comes off pretty well.

Next, since the CrossFit games were on, I decided to do a strong lady flexing. If you know me you know I’m all about those, lol…

For an old classmate, I did a commission of our high school mascot. It’s been a while since I’ve drawn animals, but people seem to like them.

Then there’s THIS abomination. Ugh. I drew this and the whole body is drifting towards the right because I held the tablet on my knee. ALWAYS do your work properly, kids. Lesson learned.😑

Anyway, that was that. I had fun and got rid of some of my nerves. Wish me luck!

I’m not well right now. I can’t really seem to stop crying and I thought drawing something would make me feel better.

It’s not.

Maybe if I could stop having nightmares. Maybe if I could clear my memory. Maybe if I could me and not a ghost of me.

That’s the REAL problem. I feel like there are two of me and one is happy and the other is me. And this pain in my chest in my head in every part of me is something I need to let go, but I can’t. I can’t.

Isn’t that what a ghost is? A spirit that can’t let go?

So how do I REALLY know that I’m alive? Is it this pain? Am I supposed to feel this from now on? What if I can’t. I get so tired from it, but it’s all I know somedays. I live between pain and nothing.

I can’t let go of my family. I’ve tried. But it feels as though my arm is being slowly torn off. There’s just a few strips of muscle, bone and sinew but I can’t take anymore pain. So I stop.

Crying when you don’t want to. Panic attacks. Laughing jags. I’m trying to be strong. I’m trying to trick myself into breathing, but it’s not always easy. I can only draw when I am unhappy.

I want to be numb again. But sometimes I can’t tell if I’m alive and I’m scared that I’m not. I’m scared that I’m not with my family because I can’t be.

I’m not going back to the hospital. I’m not done fighting. I’m just tired.

A tired ghost. Ha.