A Violent Yet Flammable World

This is the fourth drawing I've done since starting. The second drawing was of Ben and the third was of an Alien. It's definitely an improvement and by far the most portrait-like one.

I decided to write some poetry on his face (along his wrinkle lines) but it didn't come out very clearly. Oh well. If you squint, you might be able to work out one or two words, or nothing at all. It's actually a little poem about how tasty figs are.

Ce Tout

In between reading 'Hurry Down Sunshine' by Michael Greenberg and listening to Phoenix and Ladyhawke, I've finally completed the drawing I set myself up to do.

Ta da! Although, it looks like he is missing the other half of his arm and could do with a better drawn hand, not to mention that terrible depiction of a shrub, I am most surprised by the fact that I could actually render a face that looks like a face, a 'real human' face!

I am relieved that the drawing is somewhat similiar to the image I had in my mind. It has given me a little more confidence in my ability to convey imagery that comes to me, rather than have to try and assembly it using cut-up magazine and newspaper pictures, which can be quite limiting at times. Hopefully, this freedom will allow me to convey my ideas in all it's precision and entirety.

It still amazes me that I produced this, considering that the last 'serious' drawing I did was in primary school and consisted of a unicorn that looked like a very misshapen horse with oddly proportioned legs and a rotund body. I'm not sure why, but I think I stopped drawing at that point in time (unless stick figures count).

I had so much fun with this drawing, I actually did a little victory dance in the living room when it was finished.

Lisztomania

Last week, I was sitting outside alone on a park bench during my lunch break in a small walk-through between my work building and the next building. There's a few shrubs and plants, maybe to give the illusion of there being a semi-nature reserve amidst all the concrete. It's nice enough, a small oasis of calm as there isn't usually much foot traffic in this area. On this particular day, I happened to notice a suit walk past and as he was walking past he casually brushed the leaves of a plant with his finger tips, almost reverentially but casually at the same time, as if to remind himself that he was human. It was really touching. I have no idea what he was thinking at the time but I feel compelled to capture that moment.

It's easy to visualise what I want to project. The hard bit is trying to draw and fit it all into a picture. Tre difficile! Considering my complete lack of illustratory abililty, it will be a mammoth task! Oh, at times like these I curse my complete lack of drawing skills but I guess that didn't stop Henry Darger so I should stop cursing and make an attempt.

Listening to the latest Phoenix album 'Wolfgang Amadeus', hoping this will psyche me up for the challenge.

Lazy Sunday

Yep. Feeling lazy today. Am in lazy Sunday mode. Even my writing is lazy.

So, instead of writing more drivel. I have decided to post some of my work that didn't quite eventuate into anything.

Gallery of Forgotten Works