The Sunday

Ah, I love Sundays. It's the only time of the week when you're kindof officially allowed to just sit and do what ever you want. Today I have looked out my window at the dogs and their people walking around in the little park. And then we watched some GoT, and then I painted my awesome basement find: the raindeer horns, in a bright blue colour bordering to offensive, and then I did some drawing and some music, and then my brother came by and gave us cake, and then our neighbor gave us more cake... And then its almost bed-time. How? I honestly don't know where the days go!!! I'm gonna go in to crunch big-time from Monday so this Sunday is perhaps the last bit of me-time I'll have in a few weeks (months). Wanna do a painting, a big-ass-huge-wall-covering painting. Sat and doodled on an idea I had, ended up with playing around with the colours and actually liked the funky inverted version of the sketch more. So, might do a version of this! Allthough I'm not sure the orange goes very well with my flat... 

Another thing..

...I want to spend more time on is making jewelry. Went to Prague last weekend and felt really inspired, so yes. It's all Art Nouveau/deco-ish. Trying to design them so they'd be easy to make. All silver, is the plan, because it's the easiest. Might want to try out some inlay with semi-precious stones, like Lapis Lazuli. But then it's pretty time consuming if I want to do an elaborate pattern. And knowing me, I'd want to do an elaborate pattern. One day. Maybe. When I got all that time I seem to be missing.

Colours atm

Felt like colours, y'know when you don't even know what to draw, just that you want to splash around with a few colours. Ah well. Real quick one.

Perhaps why I find it hard to sleep....

Yes, I dream things like this. This wasn't actually a bad dream, it was more... adventurous. Sure, I was chased by some weird human-eating aliens and evil agents and all other bad-guys imaginable, but I didn't wake up all covered in sweat, hyperventilating, with the image of me putting a rusty old saw through the neck of a psycho killer when trying to escape, on my cornea.

I woke up from THIS dream when hiding in the flat of this really angry Japanese guy didn't work out and I instead ran outside into this Ghibli-esque weird town and up to this wooden house with an open door. In front of the door stood a girl, and when she turned around she looked like this. Since the image was so clear in my mind when I woke up I just had to draw it. I don't even like the design of her, not even in my dream! But yeah, I had to draw it. It was darker and more vivid colours in the dream, and she didn't have that exact pose, hers was more... stiff. Like she was a robot. I mean she surely wasn't human. I might attempt to draw the surroundings one day, the house had a really interesting design, and it had a porch with some kind of junk yard on it, and coloured lights hanging from the balcony above. Uhm. The "animals"? The pink furry boxes with tails and ears? Don't even ask, I have NO idea, but they were alive in the dream.

Sleepless

.....As usual. Well, at least I got my wacom down from the shelf for once and didn't spend the entire night playing around with my keyboard and Ableton. Quick doodle. Just needed to start drawing again. I'm gonna try draw one of my more recent dreams next, whenever I got time. Time. My best friend and my nemesis. *SIGH*

My wacom and me

So I decided to move on from the Christmas card and work a bit on the blog header. I think I've had the text "temporary blog/portfolio for my artwork and illustrations" just a BIT too long for it to be considered temporary. So now it's not! It's winter now, and winter means I feel no guilt at all sitting inside drawing/drinking glögg all day since it's pitch black outside from 2pm anyway. Even if I get some mad notion and venture outside it would only be a quick half-run to the shops and back, to fill up the Ben n Jerry-supplies. SO. Hopefully this means I get some more drawing done. More probably I will get fat, slightly depressed and too tired to draw from all the ice cream and lack of oxygen, but I live in a world called denial. It's nice there. They got ice cream. And rainbows.

Anyhow. I know you can see the header, but here's some details, for those interested. Now, next project... will... beeeee...... hmmm.... I think machines or monsters. I also have a new webpage design floating around in the back of my abstract mind that will require some animation. And I promised my brother to help out with an animation for his game. Why aren't the days longer?

And then came Winter

It's strange. I come home around 10 after a long day at work, the weather is some sort of dirty slush of water and pollution with a dash of ice. Though it isn't anything like last years nightmarish ice age, it's cold enough to just not want to go outside. Ever. It's dark. So. Very. Dark. At this time, any normal person would enjoy finally being within the warm walls of their home, cook dinner and then let their brains slowly dissolve to some pointless tv-series. I've seen it. A hint of drool in the corner of their open mouth, staring blankly in front of them with glossy eyes, taking comfort in the knowledge that there is absolutely no point whatsoever in even trying to think. It's colours and sounds and maybe a primitive form of interest in pretend people's pretend lives. But no, no. Not me. You know I feel deprived of this relaxation. I think, there might be something wrong with me. Well I know that, there's a lot wrong with me. But THIS? Can I not do THIS? As far as I'm concerned it seems like the very essence of being human, the ability to be lazy and, literally, do NOTHING.

No. I can't do nothing. Especially when I've worked late and come home even more tired than usual. I'm like... well I want to use the work stressed here, but that's not right. It's kind of a similar feeling, except I don't feel bad or have any anxiety or anything. I'm just full of ideas. It's like the cogs in my head went "click" and for the first time during the entire day the machinery actually works. No, the only thing my brain wants to do is draw. Or make things. Produce. And not stop. No matter the time. I could keep going through the entire night. But I stopped now. And I'm going to bed. A little bit angry. 

Did this little thing. Just a sketch. Think I'm making it into some sort of Christmas card if I can be arsed to finish it. Not happy with her face so I might redo that entirely. The trees in the background were fun, and quick! First time drawing snow in the dark, enjoyed it a lot actually. Oh well. Learning learning.

Did some more on it. Now I really can't be bothered to do more... NEXT! Hmm... what is next?