drawing, knitting, and other handmade lives
This was a little exercise in inking with as minimal penciling in as possible, which feels like doing trapeze art without a net (fun!), minus the real danger. This is perhaps also a reminder from my subconscious that adequate sun-protection ought to be a concern among monks and lay-persons alike.
All in all, I think these two have seen better days.
I recently had a dream that I canoed all the way from Europe to Australia. I started my voyage, heading south and around Africa’s Atlantic coast, then east across the Indian ocean. Once on the continent, I was greeted by a majestic breed of bright red peacocks running through the desert.
The dream has nothing to do with this drawing, but it’s good to know that one can still dream in colour.
Just a little inky doodle today. Was liking this character’s androgyny, so I decided to run with it and invent a group of Saturnian gender-ambiguous beings (with slight myopia).
This particular person happens to be stuck on planet Earth, and has melancholy dreams of going back home, to a place where stubble and lustrous Zooey Deschanel fringes go hand in hand. One can dream, can’t they?
You will also notice that they are a group of beings for which Groucho Marx is no laughing matter.
