At some time you got to be sorry for yourself..
Floorboard massacre of characters..was packing up all that I had left of the most horrible place I ever lived in and found two cut-out sketched abandoned characters on the floor. Took a photo and boom. Art.
Another Hyper-Dot image.
This is the first one I did..had a raging headache at the time and nothing to help ease the pain, so I continued until it got worse and worse. It kept eating away at my brain until finally I went to sleep and dreamed about the hyper-dots…
More of the debauched I’m afraid..the drawing that wont give up till I’ve done it.. No…I am not afraid, although I’m defensive enough to think that I may be afraid.
I still don’t know what this drawing is about.
Some blood stained drawing I’m working on. Not real blood. Actually, I really do hope thats not real blood. I started working on this drawing to keep my mind off crap.
I miss her badly and sometimes doing a drawing can really help when your mind is off in the air.. I used to be able to sit for 10hr shifts whilst drawing, now it seems I have to concentrate hard for periods of 10min intervals.
The problem when it comes to drawing for me, is the minute that pen gets put to paper I invent rules about the drawing. The more I draw, the more rules I have to follow. What starts out as a fun excersise, becomes a difficult struggle to complete the task because I have an idea of what it should be, where as, at the start, I couldn’t give a dam.
Sometimes the trick is just to keep going..not to take it seriously & not to over think it.
[pardon the shit quality of photo]
Sometimes I hate myself because I realise how much time I’m wasting by hating myself. If I could just learn how to harness the wasted energy, I’d be an idiot pop-star.
(I wish I knew a better word for energy)
"When I lay it out for you, I make it as simple as possible, only because no one could be that stupid." - a quote.
I keep trying to figure out why I draw so many face, and why so many artists draw faces all the time. It gets my goat, it does. Its about the only thing I can draw in a way, the rest is imaginary or luck when I get something anatomically correct.
I found myself trying to understand people like Richard Feynman and other assorts by drawing like they talk to me. Its just a bio-understanding of their words. If you ever try to understand them, images like this may appear in your brain..