O praeclarum custodem ovium lupum!
I got the drawing book out the other night, while sitting at home...haven't touched it in more than a fantasy way in several weeks. Been so busy, I've only drawn in the margins during meetings at work. So I got the book out and lay on the floor like I used to when I would draw at the age of 10, and stared at the blank page in my favorite drawing book.
It kind of called to me, that book, and my mind called to it. I think they need each other.
Funny...I forget how much drawing is a stress reliever, how I can sit down, pencil in hand, and through my incessant need to give my fears and nightmares solid form in graphite, I can while away hours at a time without noticing.
And I've got this weird Biblical Revelations BDSM theme that keeps playing out in my head. This whole Armageddon pony play series that wont go away. Not quite sure why, and I don't put much stock in the book of Revelations, and I'm not enticed by leathered up pony play even in the slightest.
But, maybe any other artists out there who read this will understand...sometimes images pop into your brain and wont go away until you make them concrete.
The reactions to my work vary...some like it. Some don't. All call it scary. Or disturbing. And I say, "Well, I find when I get my nightmares down on paper, they no longer scare me."
But when someone is holding a drawing of a teddy bear holding a butcher knife that you just drew in the weekly marketing meeting on a pad between the "Things to do" list and the "Follow up immediately" bullets, they just don't seem to get it.
So, I got the drawing book out the other night....
I got the drawing book out the other night, while sitting at home...haven't touched it in more than a fantasy way in several weeks. Been so busy, I've only drawn in the margins during meetings at work. So I got the book out and lay on the floor like I used to when I would draw at the age of 10, and stared at the blank page in my favorite drawing book.
It kind of called to me, that book, and my mind called to it. I think they need each other.
Funny...I forget how much drawing is a stress reliever, how I can sit down, pencil in hand, and through my incessant need to give my fears and nightmares solid form in graphite, I can while away hours at a time without noticing.
And I've got this weird Biblical Revelations BDSM theme that keeps playing out in my head. This whole Armageddon pony play series that wont go away. Not quite sure why, and I don't put much stock in the book of Revelations, and I'm not enticed by leathered up pony play even in the slightest.
But, maybe any other artists out there who read this will understand...sometimes images pop into your brain and wont go away until you make them concrete.
The reactions to my work vary...some like it. Some don't. All call it scary. Or disturbing. And I say, "Well, I find when I get my nightmares down on paper, they no longer scare me."
But when someone is holding a drawing of a teddy bear holding a butcher knife that you just drew in the weekly marketing meeting on a pad between the "Things to do" list and the "Follow up immediately" bullets, they just don't seem to get it.
So, I got the drawing book out the other night....