More sketches, as the real painting is too big for my scanner anw.
"Wormholes" and "Woman"
I’m so tired, so very very tired. Always.
"Hey, that’s my soul on a piece of paper, please don’t wipe your ass with it." - Me to the world, at this point.
A quick sketch for something I would probably do if I save up enough money for a canvas.
as my Beatles playlist shuffled to a sad song and it just finished raining outside and i don’t want it to stop raining.
Black woman in white.
I have been tracking the Ferguson tag. I feel enraged, somehow. But I don’t know what to do about anything. So I just want to put black and white together and listen to Lennon’s Give Peace a chance and go to sleep.
Three crying women.
It generally feels like existing these days. I want to draw people underwater but I just don’t feel like it. I don’t even feel like using watercolour either. I feel like being happy, but I can’t. Maybe I am the one underwater. It’s so silent.
Done while drinking a hibiscus soda at Hanoi Social Club.
Squishing a Doll and Old Crooked Nose.
Stupid ugly portrait of a stupid ugly person.
For a failed artist who persisted in rambling on about beauty, we crucified him with the most affordable plastic flowers we could find.
I drew a Lennon out of my rage towards my father.
Girls in Polka dot and Losers in tears
I keep making sketches and thumbnails but don’t feel like/don’t know how to actually do them. I’m not sure if I really want to finish anything at the moment.
1-2-3: Story of a fat girl going to the beach
4: My mind is full of silvery star (radio cure - Wilco)
5: Multifaceted Troll (lately I have been feeling like being eaten alive by myself)
Did these at a cafe and on the bus home. Today is special because it’s been a while since I last took the bus. Maybe there is something good about a broken down bike after all.