Spirit of Torment

Last week at work I did the following sketch.

I sent it to my wife who said “Tell me that isn’t on a piece of scrap paper because I love it and want to hang it!” Of course it is on a piece of scrap paper. So this week, I set about re-doing it more suitable for hanging.

Many, MANY hours later, here is the result.

As always, I would love to know what people think.

Cheers,

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 11

As you may have seen in previous posts here, I also enjoy drawing. I had really stepped back from it for while when my daughter was young and I was busier doing Dad stuff. She is out in the world now and I have started re-investing my time in visual art. I’m never going to be a great artist, but it brings me great joy. That’s really what I missed.

Recaptured Joy

I loved to sketch, to draw or paint,

Although I was no pro.

A life I got then, as one does,

And chose to let it go,

Oh sure I doodled now and then,

But less as time went by.

And as old skills from mem’ry slipped,

Was less inclined to try.

But then at length I realized,

What giving up had cost

So I set out once more to find,

That joy which had been lost.

Once more I pick my pencil up,

Resume old exercise.

Draw basic shapes five hundred times,

Each one a different size.

Here I now sit and set to page,

What’s seen in my mind’s eye.

Though I’m not back where once I was,

At least I’m going to try,

I study and I practice now,

I draw all kinds of things.

But haunted by my past I won’t,

Draw unicorns with wings.

Cheers, Winston

It’s been a while…

I realize I still owe some poems but for the moment, that well appears to have run dry. Here’s what I’ve been working on in the meantime.

Specifically turning this sketch into this final ink render.

The original quick pencil sketch.
The final ink rendering.

As always, I would love to hear what you think.

Cheers, Winston

NaPoWriMo Day 10

As much as it makes my brain hurt sometimes and I really hate creative deadlines (I can’t function without them), I really love NaPoWriMo as it pushes me to flex my creative muscles. I also draw and paint and can’t think of anything more rewarding than when I get what’s in my head onto paper in a way that others can relate to.

 

On Creativity

Express yourself whatever way,

Write, paint, or talk or sing.

Or try a million diff’rent styles,

Find one that is your thing.

 

I choose to write this clumsy verse,

To say the things I wish.

Perhaps your art is to prepare,

Some super tasty dish.

 

Whatever lets somebody see,

The truth that is in you.

Whatever passion burns most bright,

To light the soul in you.

 

Too many live their whole life through,

Consumed by fear and doubt.

They never learn to see that spark,

One day it just goes out.

 

So write that song, or draw that cat,

Take pictures of the sky.

Embrace the voice inside of you,

Turn from your fear and try.

 

If someone is so unkind as,

To mock the thing you’ve done.

Please pity them, their spark has died,

To mock, their only fun.

 

Now put this down, pick up your brush,

Guitar, or mic or pen.

Whatever voice you use, your soul,

Will thank you in the end.

 

Cheers, Winston

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bitten By The Art Bug

At work today in between miscellaneous running around, I made time to do this. First up, the original sketch as I scanned it with my phone.

Initial pencil sketch.

Once it was scanned with my Galaxy Note 8, I digitally inked and coloured it using Autodesk Sketchbook.

As always, let me know what you think.