latest updates: sketches
I would imagine that our friend pictured here scoots about on his abnormally long arms, given the shortness of his legs. He also has a very rigid and limited imagination, given both the woodenness and paleness of the woman he’s envisioning…supposedly in color. The fact of the matter is that he doesn’t dream in color so much as he dreams in watercolors applied hastily to a surface not intended for them.
Pen ink and Prismacolor markers
HB on moleskine.
Skeleton of a Deer, part of a massive procession of animal skeletons at the Pitt Rivers museum, Oxford, which i am slowly working my way through.
“Dead Leaves and the dirty ground…
…When I know you’re not around”
Hello? Hello. I know it’s really dirty but I wanted to try out the graphite path and see where it lead me.