Ink drawing of me on the left and a made-up person on the right.
A self-portrait in ink on linoleum. I don’t have a printing press, so I haven’t made a print of this yet. This is a scan of the cut linoleum with ink rolled on. 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.
A voice from above, sugar-coated with love, said: “let us begin.”
Two 10 minute self-portraits in the mirror. Top one: A3 paper with blue pencil. Bottom one: A3 file at 300dpi with default PS brush + Wacom tablet
“I was thinkin’ about the things that Rosie said.
I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie’s bed.”
Another experiment using ballpoint pen and alcohol (isopropanol) sprayed here and there.