I’m disappointed or broken my heart because of that sometimes. But that’s why the world is colorful and beautiful. So I’ll leave things I can’t understand and just love what i love and who I love.
I do indeed have some news! I posted a bit ago that I had submitted a sketchbook to the Brooklyn Art Library and it's finally published. If you want to check it out, you can find it here or you can click on "my website" in my profile:
https://www.sketchbookproject.com/library/S326078
Inktober 2020, Day 25: "Buddy".
I thought what better match for the prompt than Stanley Stegosaurus, which my parents got to me when we moved to the US, when I was six. Stanley was a good buddy to me, when I didn’t understand at first the weird language spoken by those American kids. It has also been a good buddy to me during this weird pandemic time, when my IRL social life seems to be limited to maybe meeting one person once a month.
Brush pens and posca on coloured A4.
Starring Don McLean: American Pie (1971).
Let me tell you a story about realizing that good old times are over. About "the day the music died" when three rock'n roll legends died in a helicopter crash. About Buddy Holly's widowed bride left behind.
Tricolor linoprint using one lino plate. October, 2020.
Sketch of a painting I'm thinking about. I think as adults, we have our own ambitions about living on the moon. However, once we have children, we can only yearn to be able to live on the moon with them.
These are 5 out of 12 images I did while processing the necessity of healing from life lessons. Heartbreak is prevalent throughout all the levels of tragedies in our lives. At times, the mourning period feels forced-- I never really want my wounds to heal because I feel they're the last of the love I carried for that "thing". The process feels like gold pouring into my gapping heart and I can only scream as it sears through my veins. It hurts to heal. It hurts that it has to happen.
Saw this missing cat poster whilse out running errands the other day which started off with the sentence "Answers to Esme", and those words have been circling around in my head ever since. Naturally, the end product here had little to do with the finished artwork!
The North American Martyrs. From left to right, bottom: St. Jean de Lalande, St. Rene Goupil, St. Isaac Jogues, St. Jean de Brébeuf - top: St. Noël Chabanel, St. Antoine Daniel, St. Charles Garner and St. Gabriel Lalemant. Remember the price our fellow brothers and priests had to pay. #northamerica, #unitedstates, #canada, #mexico, #france, #catholic, #christian #martyrs, #america
I rarely do pieces with a full color background, landscapes and all. But I really enjoyed doing this piece. It shows a place and character from my novel project "The Hidden Kingdoms". Drawn in pencil, then scanned and colored digitally.
Drawn from a garden photograph. This took me much longer than expected. I kept stopping because I was getting discouraged. I still don't like the leaves, but there's not too much I can do about it at this point.
Anyone remember the old hobbit/lord of the rings cartoons? This just reminds me of the goblins song, “where there’s a whip, there’s a way.....” come check out my page #embracingnightmares to see this guys progress. It’s good for your peepers, I’m not a doctor, so you can definitely trust me on that.
