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.
(HB pencil on below A6 paper) One of a number of sketches I did in a small sketchbook I made for myself. They became a series of them based on one character contained in its 10 pages. The full series can be viewed here: http://www.skavart.co.uk/2018/10/lulani-greenstar-elven-witch.html
It’s easier to remain silent for someone
whose words only ever got twisted.
(spoke in other forms though)
Running from what?
Nothing. And everything.
Until they fell off the edge - or flew-
and plunged into an epiphany where words can’t
even translate,
can’t touch you.
“Don’t you come looking for me”
on the wind.
My underground bunker. A large table for painting and arting, and a smaller table for sewing. I'm in between projects, so the surfaces are clear: a rarety!
Alright , people, who here remembers a brilliant show by the name of Samurai Jack ? Just me ? C'mon now ! Don't be afraid ! Say it loud and proud ! Samurai Jack is A W E S O M E !
Here's the latest I've been working on, Illustration A0110. I've been messing with a cool Linocut brush I found for Procreate. Also digging the new text feature they added to the app! Made with Apple Pencil + iPad, tracked time: 7 hours and 30 minutes.