HERE IS THE NEW PARTY I AM THROWING
Misc. doodles XXVIX
Although the latter line is not my joke — I realize upon reflection that I stole it from Tom Servo — it nonetheless explains where I have been lately: trying to make things happen in books.
No! Yes! I know!
I have been gone for a week, but it was not because this was the holiday week. It is because of Circumstances. Things are not exactly bad for me, but they are very much not the same as when I started this blog. I cannot manage a drawing every night any longer, at least not up to any kind of standard. Pitiful? Yes! True? Also yes! Nonetheless, in the words of Steve Dallas, a man has got to...
Aliaa Magda Elmahdy
A twenty-year-old feminist has uploaded nude pictures of herself to her blog, as a protest and a statement of autonomy and sexuality. This would be unremarkable if it were not that this young lady is an Egyptian, living in Egypt, and now faces five years in jail for it. (Link to CNN.com article, no nudity visible) In a Western context, I am at best ambivalent about the value of posing nude as a...
Oh, not again, so uninspired lately
This was supposed to be a stylized impression of an ancient Celtic bronze figure of a horse, but what it turned out to be was a stylized impression of sucking at art at 11:30 p.m.
Misc. doodles XXVIII
According to narrative convention, when someone propagates a number of abstract staring-eye-based doodles, that someone is about to snap. I just realized that, so I hasten to assure you that I’m feeling very well tonight, and this is just the sort of thing I absently do.
Huddling in hoods again
This happens when I doodle during the winter.
Anonymous asked: I found your drawing of Mrs Ruxton distasteful. I also have a strong interest in crime, however I think to take it to the extent where you draw a woman's corpse is incredibly distasteful and worrying to be honest. Its a morbid fascination, almost enjoyment. You seem to forget that these people have families and histories; the whole reason I am anonymous is because Buck and Isabella were my...
Misc. doodles XXVII
I was thinking of the Minoan wall paintings in Egypt — the ones they found in Avaris, in Tell ed-Daba — but I didn’t know how to look them up, so this isn’t a copy of one. Come to look at them, though, they “restored” the hell out of those things, didn’t they? My drawing is just about as authentic. Oh man dog don’t ever find out what a maggot...
Misc. doodles XXVI
Can you tell what all these little designs have in common? That’s right: they’re all terrible! But I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had company, then I felt ill, and amongst it all I have terrible and various projects to complete terribly and without much good to come of any of them — so what excuse? No excuse! No excuse. Onward!
Working late and getting company in this week = I need to take the week off the drawrings.
Every day is Halloween for the likes of me. I’m working on a fair amount of dark and depressing stuff, so I can’t take any horror without a side of ‘bots tonight.
Two stories that were really scary when I was a...
So I read this in that Unexplained Encyclopedia that’s in the library, that there were these kids and they were in Spain or something I forget where but they were going home and they saw this thing in the bushes and it was a giant rectangle that was completely smooth and they threw a rock at it and it ran away. It split in half at the bottom to have two legs and it ran away. Also...
Eyes first, sentence afterward
The first thing I learned when I was finally figuring out how to do halfway decent human faces is that you must draw the facial structure first, before you sketch the features. This is disappointing if, like me, you are given to doodling eyes, all by themselves. Today, I experimented with drawing the eyes first and letting the drawing take shape afterward. Mixed results at best. All I got was...
"Forgive my wandering eye"
We are the glow
Quick snap of happiness.
Misc. doodles XXV
Misc. doodles XXIV
Making dark heavy marks and following them.
Nothing much today from me
Just derping around. Lot on my mind.
"Jomon figures come to life"
The above was a misheard lyric, but it was from a Mr. Bungle song, so it made as much sense as otherwise, and I like it better. A single drawing, even a much better one, could not convey the horror of Jomon figures come to life.
I'm pretty sure I've drawn this before
I just can’t remember it. It’s the alien that I was convinced lived in the side yard next to my bedroom window when I was little. You know, the one that was actually a shadow from a streetlight and electric pole? Everybody saw one of those, right? Lately I’ve been trying to see what exactly I can make pencil strokes accomplish, with nothing else. I don’t like the...
Fillip, flail, and otherwise fail
A weird day. Nothing worth looking at, but extant nonetheless.
Post-it and paper. The Post-it constituted the only thing I drew today worth looking at, so I built onto it. Got to draw something properly this weekend.
Quick sketch of a wonderful thing
Body Mask Asmat peoples, Indonesia (Papua) The Metropolitan Museum of Art The art and religion of the Asmat people of southwest New Guinea center primarily on the spirits of the recently dead. Nearly all Asmat subgroups celebrate, or celebrated, the mask feast, a series of rituals culminating when the dead, personified by performers wearing full-length body masks, return to visit the...
Just keeping my hand in again tonight
Sleeping on the lee side of a boulder, apparently.
So busy this weekend
Run down and miserable — but nonetheless, I refuse to quit, I have just done something to keep my hand in tonight, and wait upon the future —