Nothing feels better than drawing and reflecting lately- no one’s company suffices but my own anymore. I’ve been enjoying these images born out of my own silence where I am reminded that the universe doesn’t care about my thoughts and feelings and that all of these natural processes are occurring all around and within us- expanding and contracting- no matter what we choose to grant importance to. It feels great to feel so small.
These drawings along with my Tarot and Daoism studies are helping me heal- in ways I didn’t even think I needed healing.
Moleskine sketch called Gestation Period.
I had a full explanation of this sketch written but I deleted it. The thing about making your own alternate/sci-fi universe and stories is that there are so many questions swarming in my own head left without any answers. Or at least any answers that aren’t contradictory or just downright confusing.
This is a process…and I’m enjoying the mess of fiction that I’m developing.
I really love super incomplete pages. Sometimes, leaving things the way they are after you have abandoned something is better and more satisfying than going back to finish it. It appeals to my love of sketchbooks and how I experience it as some kind of time log.
My good friend, David.
I can’t stop trying to copy Carlo Dolci paintings with my oil pastels. I love how many of his figures often look upward.
But I love my Sennelier oil pastels more.
Just looking at them makes me want to write love songs about them (no joke).