Sometimes I feel like my drawing is similar to composing music. I start drawing just something and hope that it begins its own life.
In this drawing i start from the clouds and doesnt have any idea what it is gonna be at end.
Favorite words.
Gloaming.
Dusk.
For some reason, makes me think of the opening to Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Sooo, I was trying to draw Sam Smith... it didn’t work out how I wanted but that doesn’t matter. Just forget the Sam Smith idea and see another drawing
Woke up with a stiff neck. Thought that I was (probably) better off than giraffes when they sleep awkwardly.
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I have a lot of cats living in my neighborhood now. I want to hug them all.
Doodle made with iPad Pro, Apple Pencil, and Procreate. Tracked time: 3 hours & 55 minutes.
A3 The fish (scale- and eyeless) swam into a motley selection of patterns filled into a scribble/string. Done with graphic pens and watercolour pencils blended with water.