I have no new doodle tonight, but here’s a reblog from my drawing archive. :) Sorry for the sparse updates, I’m quite busy with work at the moment. Have a good day, everyone!
With my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a baby’s skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water. One time, I spent three days mixing paint until I found the right shade for sunlight on white fur. You see, I kept thinking it was yellow, but it was much more than that. Layers of all sorts of color. One by one. I haven’t figured out a rainbow yet. They come so quickly and leave so soon. I never have enough time to capture them. Just a bit of blue here or purple there. And then they fade away again. Back into the air…
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| — | Peeta Mellark (Catching Fire) |
Confession: I’m a book hoarder. Even if I have a to-read tower wobbling in the corner of the room and a stack of un-reads on my study table, I can’t control myself—I’ll still buy more. The tug of bookstores is just irresistible, and it’s almost a rarity to find my bag sans a new novel and my purse still full at the end of the day.
My first solution is to leave excess money at home whenever I’m going out, so as not to further ruin my already messy budget plan. Sometimes I cut my allowance so I won’t be tempted to purchase brand new books. Then all of a sudden I’ll feel the insistent magnetism of the nearest secondhand bookshops, full of titles cheap enough not take a huge chunk of the meager money I allowed myself to have for a day. I’ll hear a wicked little voice saying something like, “Look, look, book sale! What’s another twenty pesos off your pocket? Who knows, you might find that rare book you’ve been hunting for quite a while now!” Poof! I’m back to square one. Even if I don’t find that rare book, I’ll still be marching out the shop with a new novel in my hand. I just can’t help it. It’s like a sickness or an addiction or something. LOL.
Sputnik Sweetheart. If you’re following me, chances are you’ve seen this piece when it’s still a WIP. I submitted this drawing to a Haruki Murakami drawing/design-making contest at Nowness. :)
It is inspired by Murakami’s Sputnik Sweetheart. I illustrated the character Miu with half-black and half-white hair to symbolize the enigmatic, doppelganger-esque ‘changes’ she underwent in the book. In the drawing you can see several body parts—the limbs to be exact—scattered behind her. The symbolism of this can be construed into two ways: (1) the objects of lust that had wrapped Sumire’s very being when she met Miu, and (2) Miu’s inability to will her body to respond to any kind of love or lust after her other self had gone to the other side, as if her body is not her own anymore. Lastly, you can see a naked miniature Sumire on Miu’s palm to show that she has toyed with Sumire’s life without ever meaning to. I made the whole illustration as surreal as possible, because that’s just what Murakami’s style is. His writings make you feel as if you’re tottering between reality and dreams.
“Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”
-Graham Greene
SABRIEL Conceptual Art (Part II) Bryce Homick designed these places as a part of his Senior Thesis project, which was about making conceptual art for a video game based around the book Sabriel by Garth Nix. Click on each to see their names.
SABRIEL Conceptual Art (Part I) Bryce Homick designed these characters as a part of his Senior Thesis project, which was about making conceptual art for a video game based around the book Sabriel by Garth Nix. Click on each to see their names.
