I can’t find anything on my shelves because they grab, prod and remind. They are constantly reminding me of Leonard Cohen biographies, poetry, PMS charts and a few schoolbooks.
I am reminded how heartbroken I can be and feel loss more acutely. When something means more and more, then discover it is lost; it hurts.
There is a fear in the depth of despair.
After looking at some of Michael Ehrhardt’s work this week, I became inspired. He is an accomplished and prolific German artist, who works in acrylics.
He is masterful.
My artwork defines itself lately by scribing my thoughts in pen, and wanted to give something new a try. I wanted to share the punctuation of line, with an inappropriate/inconsistent/landscape-like background.
I like and may integrate more into my work. Thank you for the inspiration.
Hey, why not ride a motorcycle that looks like it was designed in the 40s. More so, put a ridiculous stereo on it, an American flag to show you are “a real American” and then strip.
Strip all common sense for your safety and the safety of your partner. After all, you ride a Japanese knockoff of some other famous brand. You know the one, the motorcycle that will soon use Europe as a more reasonable method of manufacturing. But you are one with the air and the road.
Fly on little wing, ride on.
This is my first illustration 5 days after surgery. It felt good to feel the texture of the paper and hear the scratch of a pen.
Being a first, I am thrilled to have a working hand with no pain and full control. However, it’s been 2 months since I last touched pen to paper.
I need to retrain myself.