Art Thread

[Teasel]

Thanks @spinningmytires I liked that too. I've had a couple of goes using a light, a medium, and a darker pen. Hoping I might get better at using them to show tone.

Yay @Rose White
Hope you enjoy them. (They usually bleed through paper so it's good to put something behind your paper to stop it bleeding through to whatever s underneath)

 

[Rose White]

Some recent stuff

Second and third one seem related. Seem like a part. A part that is frustrated about not feeling heard. My message to that part: You deserve to be heard! I am summoning the strength of our protectors to help me express myself—ideally in the moment! We will get there, I hear you!

 

[Teasel]

Another quick sketch, from a photo I took. Did it late at night, got excited and couldn't sleep haha ffs.

Used a Lamy safari fountain pen and a grey tombow over a page I'd tried out a liquitex marker on.

Afterwards touched it up in procreate

 

[RVA21]

Another quick sketch, from a photo I took. Did it late at night, got excited and couldn't sleep haha ffs.

Used a Lamy safari fountain pen and a grey tombow over a page I'd tried out a liquitex marker on.

Afterwards touched it up in procreate

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That's awesome

 

[Teasel]

Thanks @RVA21

 

[Abdallah]

I stopped doing art when I was 16. This is my 2nd attempt back at 25 years old.
Kratos of God of War.

https://imgur.com/a/JnN95Qe

 

[spinningmytires]

This drawing I did years ago depicting my frustration in writing monthly newsletters for a local community group. This work I did even before computers - using a typewriter and whiteout. Event dates, locations, contact names and phone numbers - I had to double-check everything …as if using two writing pencils would have helped!

 

[spinningmytires]

Perhaps these are imaginary siblings …they seem like siblings. This I drew this about 25 years ago. Figure drawings just seem to flow out of me without any intentional focus beyond my awareness that I’m drawing a human figure. Often I won’t even recognize these figures as having any sexual identity.

I think this taller figure on the right is male, if my brother. As for the smaller figure on the left, if that’s me …anyway, my relationship with my brother has never been good.

As a child, my brother would sneak-up behind me and physically attack me, knocking me down on the floor or twisting my arms for no apparent reason. So it’s not surprising that I’m holding both of my elbows close to my sides in this drawing so that he can’t easily grab my arms.

My raised shoulder guards my neck …my grasped ankle another block. If only there had been something I could have done to prevent my brother from randomly attacking me.

If I wasn’t confused enough, my mother was forever telling me that my brother loved me. So then why was I unable to feel my brother’s love.

As for the taller figure’s arms - the left arm and hand droop like a wet noodle while the right arm disappears. At one moment my brother would be super-aggressive - during the next, completely detached. Never an apology.

One thing I did notice about my brother’s unusual gaze (my father’s gaze was similar) — their eyes always seemed focused on the far distance, if beyond their immediate environment.

Their elevated gaze resembled the gaze of someone submerged in a swimming pool of water up to their chin where there would be nothing visible to see beneath their chin.

For both my brother and father this elevated gaze was chronic. I don’t think this was arrogance though my brother has often displays it.

But from their perspective, much of what resided within the first 4 or 5 feet in front of them, was mostly outside their field of vision or not worthy of their focus. I suspect they would fill this foggy blurry space with their own imaginary imagery.

Though I’d drawn both figures on the same sheet of paper on the same day, I later did a cut and paste to place them closer together. Still this only accentuated the tension between them.

 

[Friday]

Perhaps these are imaginary siblings …they seem like siblings. This I drew this about 25 years ago. Figure drawings just seem to flow out of me without any intentional focus beyond my awareness that I’m drawing a human figure. Often I won’t even recognize these figures as having any sexual identity.

I think this taller figure on the right is male, if my brother. As for the smaller figure on the left, if that’s me …anyway, my relationship with my brother has never been good.

As a child, my brother would sneak-up behind me and physically attack me, knocking me down on the floor or twisting my arms for no apparent reason. So it’s not surprising that I’m holding both of my elbows close to my sides in this drawing so that he can’t easily grab my arms.

My raised shoulder guards my neck …my grasped ankle another block. If only there had been something I could have done to prevent my brother from randomly attacking me.

If I wasn’t confused enough, my mother was forever telling me that my brother loved me. So then why was I unable to feel my brother’s love.

As for the taller figure’s arms - the left arm and hand droop like a wet noodle while the right arm disappears. At one moment my brother would be super-aggressive - during the next, completely detached. Never an apology.

One thing I did notice about my brother’s unusual gaze (my father’s gaze was similar) — their eyes always seemed focused on the far distance, if beyond their immediate environment.

Their elevated gaze resembled the gaze of someone submerged in a swimming pool of water up to their chin where there would be nothing visible to see beneath their chin.

For both my brother and father this elevated gaze was chronic. I don’t think this was arrogance though my brother has often displays it.

But from their perspective, much of what resided within the first 4 or 5 feet in front of them, was mostly outside their field of vision or not worthy of their focus. I suspect they would fill this foggy blurry space with their own imaginary imagery.

Though I’d drawn both figures on the same sheet of paper on the same day, I later did a cut and paste to place them closer together. Still this only accentuated the tension between them.

Super creepy.

 

[spinningmytires]

Super creepy.

Yes, 'Super creepy!' I was also thinking about this taller figure's face and of how distorted I had drawn it -- as if their genuine facial expressions were unknown to me and thus unreadable. That factor would have only added to my fear of them. My brother has always been that way.

 

[spinningmytires]

This small graphite drawing I’d created from my imagination during the early 1970s. Old acidic glue has unfortunately burnt the paper. However, back then, I was noticing a very consistent swirling movement underlying many of Vincent Van Gogh’s paintings. This swirling motion wasn’t found only within the swaying of the objects in his paintings but also within the surrounding negative spaces, as well.

Though Van Gogh's subject matter was often mundane, I suspect, his subject matter merely served as a cloak to reveal the emergence of this underlying invisible movement. In other words, his subject matter might have only been secondary to the main subject in his paintings — this emergence of the swirling invisible movement.

Another way of explaining this ‘emergence of the invisible ’ might resemble the turbulence we might see when tossing dust particles into the wind. Perhaps Van Gogh’s many brushstrokes might have resembled this tossing of dust particles into an invisible wind.

I once thought this graphite drawing was chaotic and yet, looking at it now, it appears more organized, even calming and beautiful in a weird way.

 

[Teasel]

On my mind, stuff bout art. Loved it as a kid, always drawing and making. As an adult I've mostly felt too ill or intimidated to make much at all. Well I want to change that. Some things in the way include perfectionism / fear of not being good enough / fear of the blank page / not knowing what to draw / paint, executive disfunction etc etc.

So a daily sketchbook habit appeals. Less pressure, just do anything, play, have fun etc.

Still hard to get myself to do it but am making more art again lately.

Last night trawled my photos for something to draw. Drew a part of a photo of Van Gogh's the garden of Saint-Paul hospital taken at the exhibition last year.

It's not good, but it was fun

Used the Derwent drawing pencils, so some colours are missing.

Added lots today with other pencils and neocolors. Anyway

This is a quick sketch with a pink biro of Vernon Lee, not got the likeness, and various facial features are in the wrong place owing to not doing a measured drawing before launching in.

I do like it though.