Posts Tagged ‘wash’


Sunday, March 14th, 2010

Voiding my theory of last Friday, here is a work I actually made TODAY. I love proving myself wrong.



The griddyness will dissappear in full size, just clickity clack!


Saturday, February 27th, 2010

You might have guessed that I was going to post the entire drawing as well eventually. Here it is:

self portrait



Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010

Staring at myself

Self portrait in india ink

Click the image for a larger version. I really enjoy these blown up versions of my drawings, the detail gets really interesting. I get them from scanning the drawings at high dpi. Instant magnification!

This is a small part of a full self portrait in fineliner and india ink. I haven’t decided if I’m going to post the entire drawing too. But the fact of the matter was that I drew a large portrait (from head to knees) in india ink but only using brush strokes, like I did with the skeleton recently, and I wasn’t quite happy with it. And then I shoved the limitations of the assignment and made this and it felt much better. I like my lines fine, my washes grey and my ink black.

Interesting fact (and mom, you can correct me if I’m wrong): I was born with my hand in this pensive pose. Sorry about that, mommy.

Moving construction

Thursday, February 4th, 2010

Swirving bones

Swerving bones

Donate your body to science and you might end up on some aspiring artist’s canvas. Yesterday we drew skeletons. I have always found bones and skulls very uninspiring, mainly because I looked at them as worn out symbols of commercialised punk and all that.

But now that I had two real skeletons in front of me hanging by wires and threads I suddenly saw the beauty. I was quite taken by all those swirling lines and and organic shapes, and the fact that we all carry such a genius maze-like construction inside of us. Or more accurate: that it actually carries us. It can even move in most ways imaginable. All in all I now think that skeletons are pretty awesome, and I hope you could tell from the drawings.

This man I drew (we concluded it was man because his hips were quite narrow and high up) gave his body to science after he died. I keep thinking he probably hasn’t been watched as closely and carefully during his entire lifetime as after his death, now that he’s an art school model.