Too much time, too much thinking, too little drawing. Let’s start fixing things with the last one, even if the rest is more lost than ever.
Not much here, quite a few minutes, ink, red watercolour, one more Loki. That’s the way it goes.
That it. Stay on the loop when I draw all that I should be doing instead of thinking.
Once upon a time, back to the time I’d just moved back to my parents’ house for some time and created this weblog, the contents of this realm used to be almost exclusively craft in the real world, the place of flesh and bones, of paper and ink. Time went by and somewhere in the year of 2009, after a considerable hiatus, the entries switched in a large majority to virtual works. Well, I myself believe it’s time to get back to the good ol’ days.
Not that I’m saying traditional media is intrinsically superior to digital, away with that! Almost all my work, real work like my college graduation project and the assets for Aduge‘s games, is done digitally (except that whole mess of sketches). But the passion that I have for the natural media is such that today I’ve decided to hereby declare the Watchtower a haven for my traditional work, so both I’d have a place to collect my draughtsmanship and a motivation to do more of this exquisite craft.
By the by, more Do and less Talk: this is the latest ink drawing I’ve finished, a tattoo idea for a very esteemed friend. It’s a human skull argent supported by two raven wings proper. The skull was done with micron pens of assorted mesures and the wings with brushes. Main references were the works of Yoji Shinkawa, best know by his excellent work as concept artist for Kojima Productions, and the also brazilian illustrator Kako (not incidentally both have great influence in all of my recent works).
This drawing was later reinterpreted by a tattooist here in Curitiba and since last week inhabits Marco’s left shoulder, the skull the size of a tangerine.
Should to post again soon, prolly with some drawing of the past 2 years that I didn’t manage to post yet. In the mean time expect me to do some new ones too, at least so I hope.
What a strange thing it is to walk all alone in the cold drizzly streets of the city, going back and forth in a time cycle that has no end nor beginning. I’m carrying a broken watch in my right pocket, the hand tightly grasping it, I walk with thin water in my glasses and through those polka-dotted windows I see those pieces, all dazzled, all messed up, this pieces of memories, right in front of my eyes. And in time I realize that I don’t care. It’s frozen on 4 o’clock, the watch. If before or afternoon doesn’t matter, it doesn’t cares. And the fragments of it’s stopped time are all around, coming and going back and forth in a time cycle that has no end nor beginning. I shall call it life.
What a awkward thing it is to stay all alone in your home, to stay inside of your own tower, and see the time passing, not speaking a single word all day, not seeing a living thing for so many hours, and thinking about so many things, that all seems to be otherworldly, in another time and space. But not, it isn’t. And you wake up back to life. The memories, so vivid, they are true. The people, so colorful, they are real. And slowly you do accept to be driven back to this infinite loop of experiences, of vinegar and salt, this huge bittersweetness. That strange thing, we shall call life.
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¹ in time: indian ink on layout 180g paper. 35 minutes from first sketch to done.
Hello boys and girls! That’s right, I’m back! Or at least I’ll try to be. This last months has been very busy. I’ve moved, Thom and Cathy have got some decorative partners, adugestudio has moved to my home also, and it’s been great to live with the gentlemen and the lady.
The work of the studio is also great and progressing, and I have a bunch of novelties to show you all, hope later this week. By now, I’ll live you with my last loki. This is a very peculiar and particular kind of draw that now and then happens to come to my mind. It’s a sort of representation of all the too much inside my head, but somewhat less poetry-full than it may sounds. And I love to do them. This time they came in a pair, this’ the second one.