This is a weird one. Had to cut it short before midnight too.
Title from a poem by Nikita Gill
Ecoline / Paper
I shouldn’t give up so easily.
Ecoline / Ink
I feel pretty lost about this whole colour ink thing. And about things in general.
Ecoline / paper
Some nights you dislike everything you put on paper. That’s ok too.
Title from Patti Smith’s “Birdland”.
Ecoline / A4
Just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait, …
Ecoline ink on (pretty shitty) paper.
My dad is a pretty quiet guy when it comes to emotion and a bit of a joker. Somewhere between chemo treatments my mother recalled what my dad said when they left my room during a period when I was particularly sick. Something among the lines of:
“I don’t understand it, he’s so sick in there and yet everyone keeps living their lives.”
And I cried.
So I guess I’m really doing this colour-inktober thing huh.
Title is from the new Bon Iver album, track: “God”.
I used ecoline ink.
As you may by now be aware I’m entirely clueless about what I’m doing in terms of drawing nowadays. I mentioned yesterday I’m trying to introduce colour to find something new – so I copied an illustration by artist Levi Hastings (who did a far better job at this, so if you like this at all make sure you look at his superior work) to mess around a bit with colour.
All credit in terms of colour use, style etc. go to him though again I can only insist that his is more accomplished. Mine is just a study for practice but I had fun with it!
I used ecoline ink.
Still struggling to believe in what I put on paper nowadays – but there must be something, there must be something. Rough and messy but that’s fine.
I’m using ecoline colour as a way to find some renewal.
“Do not be far from me,
for trouble is near
and there is no one to help.”
— Psalm 22
In April this year I was diagnosed with cancer, and treatment has since ended. I should be safe now, so no need to worry.
Drawing during this period gave me no respite and I lost the purpose of it, or perhaps I am simply unable to express the scale of what happened.
But now it is October / Inktober, and I figure just putting a fragment on paper is enough.
This drawing is not about what happened, because it cannot be distilled like that. Though I imagine it will be in there and in whatever I end up doing in the future regardless. In fragments.