|Bumblebees, the common and oft hated fuzzball of Australia's insect world. Purple based black ballpoint pen ink turns up well with the enlarged scale of the creature.|
Though I hate to open with a plea for money, if you can, try to support the Headway charity via Rik Mayall's fan club, under the hash what's-it, #FlashCashforRik
It's an amazing cause, and any money that they can get through this helps to publicise the effort.
Anyway, what-ho to all!
I'm currently 19 (a frightful thought), and attempting to get my life at least somewhat organised whilst still pursuing my passions. Though I’d love for my passions to be my life - I have a few people in the gallery I’ve become a part of telling me to sort out an exhibition and sell my work.
It's still odd to have an argument about which mediums I use - sometimes they don't believe my work to be pen and insist it's pencil.
Presently, I’m learning French, Welsh, Latin, Sumerian and a few others, though I'm fairly early in my studies of some. I'm determined to expand my lingual skills as much as I can though, no matter their practical applications. I'm adding more languages as I go along, because I'm a fan of the ideal popularised by the lovely Eddie Izzard that the world needs to evolve and, particularly in the case of first-world countries like Australia, monolingualism is ridiculous and we shouldn't be so resistant to things outside of our immediate cultural space.
I use my art as a pain management therapy (the same as my playing of physical music), and I'm looking for a style that I'm happy laying the groundwork for so I can feel more confident in my own, original works rather than simply drawing people. Though I do enjoy drawing people. Ones who will NEVER see them. It makes me less paranoid about knowing that I'm going to almost certainly muck them up entirely. Less certainly being that I'll muck them up to a slightly lesser extent.
I've always seen myself as having been born wrong, ever since I can remember. I was born middle aged, and found myself unable to grasp social conventions and culture of my own age group and unwilling to submerge myself in order to learn, preferring my own company with a book and some music. I don't think I've managed to change that in about the fifteen years of properly developing self-awareness (maybe more or less depending on the school of psychological thought you belong to), but I'm happy like I am.
Give me some books, a few instruments, a notebook, some pens and pencils, a collection of music that makes me smile and a television with a hard drive of my favourite shows and I'm the happiest chap you'll ever have the chance to meet. Shove me into a crowded room kitted out in a dress, heels and makeup and I'll be the person in the corner having a panic attack and tearing my skin off (most likely literally, if you decided to put perfume on me first).
As you can probably tell, if you look at my pieces, that I aspire to one day be able to draw proper realism, rather than scribbles that I do in order to keep my eyes in my head. That, and you’d figure that I watch way too much television (shows, stand-up, panels, quizzes, movies) and tend to get fascinated by certain people. Most of these are done over a month, maybe more, maybe less, but at about between 8-20 hours, though they look like they should have taken 10 minutes. I don't draw quickly, and it's mostly done whilst I'm waiting at clinics.
You can also probably tell that I go on tangents. And that I forget that the internet exists.
I, on a side note mostly for myself, have other things involving the infobahn, which I feel I should include here. That, and to remind myself that 90's terms can still sound brilliant even in this day and age. Though that makes me feel old.
If I don't remind myself that things exist, then how do I know if they really do? Conundrums of the universe.