Space dust : An out-of-body travelogue preview

"Some nights I just drifted. I imagined I was 

a speck of dust floating through the cosmos."

Apple-picking 2013

Battle Yeti

 

This guy deserved his own post. 

Killing time with weirdos

I've been playing around with this 'Monster Generator'. What fun, tally ho etc.

Mostly sober sketches

 

Watercolour, Sharpie

Bus stop

Watercolour

Quick sketch as I was waiting for the bus one night. I'm aware that the perspective is not quite right, but rather than fixing it decided to leave it as is in honour of the original moment. Some things aren't meant to be fixed; some things are lovely because they are wonky. I'm a sucker for nostalgia.

More Recesky

 

Recesky!

I bought and built a little analog camera recently and these area few of my first attempts at using it. They're okay! I'm no Lebovitz but I still feel good. I used cheapo ISO 400 CVS colour film.

Puncha yo buns

Things we hold sacred

Watercolour

Portait in progress: Jujuby

Soft pastels, charcoal, rage

 The story behind this one: I started it at the beginning of summer; took it to Sri Lanka and left it there without finishing it. The model isn't that rotund; neither is her nose that big (among other inconsistencies). One day I will complete this drawing - but today is not that day.

Feels like summer 2.0

 

Doodlips

Watercolour, pencil

The bottle

Soft pastels

As part of a reflective exercise for my theories class we had to create an image based on the story of a girl who finds something very precious to her that got lost during a journey through the woods. The story was kept vague so that we could fill in the gaps and personalise it - it was really interesting to note what associations my brain made with each new prompt. The 'woods' turned out to be a mashup between Yala, Horton Plains and something out of a fairytale. The object was based on this line from Rebecca, by Daphne Du Maurier:

"If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again." 

Pretty revealing, huh? 

Call a cigar a cigar

Watercolour, pencil, sharpie marker

Going places

Hulugalle village, Sri Lanka

Space, apparently

9x12
Acrylics

Post-apocalyptic fairy tales - Sleeping Beauty

They find her buried deep in the ruins of the old city. Her eyes are black and empty. "Looks like the old girl's been powered down since the uprising," says Gretel, climbing over the rubble. "What is it?" asks Hansel curiously. He's heard stories about the old times, of course, but it's his first glimpse into the past and he feels strangely uneasy. "It's a 'borg," says Gretel knowingly. "Looks like an Oracle." She reaches out a hand as if to brush off the cobwebs but stops halfway. There's something about the Oracle that seems sacred and even Gretel - brash, fearless Gretel - stands back reverently. When she speaks again her voice has dropped to a hush. "That there's a piece of history; the beginning of the end." Hansel can't think of anything to say; he ends up staring into the cyborg's dead eyes and imagines he sees a spark of life in them.

Que

Flickr

A picture of a picture (kinda sorta)

Based on this

Kakart

Essentially a weird attempt at re-imagining this guy, drawing him as he would have looked living different lives. Naruto fans, don't hate on me just because I have no respect for your fandom.

The 'mugshot'. I imagine this story would involve being kidnapped by the Viet Cong.

The 'wizened general'. "War's a-comin', son. Y'gotta learn t'read th'signs."

 

The "prematurely aged; gotta retire from this ninja life sometime, right?"