A self-portrait linocut. The rest is simply shady.
More in this little ‘impermanence’ series.
This one had a long gestation period. I drew the figure and the foreground plant when I still lived in Osdorp, sometime in 2016 . Then I came across it the other day and realised what it really needed was a bull.
“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion
This is number 6 in my ‘Date night‘ series—drawings of people I’d love to spend a few hours with. Imaginary meet ups with unlikely people across time.
Here we go. Leadbelly and Robert Johnson. I’m not sure if these two ever met, but they do here. I love Leadbelly. When I had to have my appendix out in a hurry a few years back, all I could think about was listening to Leadbelly again. Anyway.
‘Shiver for me now’. This is number 4 in my ‘Date night‘ series—drawings of people I’d love to spend a few hours with. Imaginary meet ups with unlikely people across time.
Portrait of Yuval Noah Harari
Michael slapped with a fairly small fish.