Ice mummy

A few days ago I finished an image of a 2500 year old mummified woman.. Time preserverd her in her last moments.. Her physical remains surpassed her ancestors and our own. Time and the cold elements of this world naturally protected her from the normal oxidization of living tissue.. Hardened and hidden away for 2500 hundred years, now here she rests.

Celestial promises

I did a small mock up for this a while back, Creating a flow of movement and playing with the directional values of the image. You feel floaty on the washed out waves but as your eyes hit the closest figure you are drawn forward figure to figure, until the surf pulls at your vision again making another trip from corner to corner. I used washes of black and blue India ink on this, and some watered down acrylic for the hair, the size is 18"x24"

Some pages from my sketch book.. And the forgiving morning

There is no better feeling on a rainy day, some hot coffee and the tactile tension in the space between the paper and pencil. It happens before you know it.. The act of the hand presuming the push of lead against a pure white surface.. Something known and untold.. It leaves a ripple in the normally steadfast current of the day. An entire catalogue of introductions ands instructions of how your day will go about . I don't know where it ends but I know that this is the correct place to begin.

The faces in our minds

The brain tries to recognize things and place them as if you have been there before.. The human consciousness is more than what we generally make it out to be. It sees humanity in the shadows making you double guess what you are experiencing in the darkness. It deciphers  through our vision.. It listens and mimes.. It rules and stays hidden always lying in ambush for the next shadow just out our periphial vision.. I'll leave you with some faces in the shadows around me.

Lines..

The very staging of life as we know it.. Lines.. They meet and converge becoming one within many. The very essence of reality is pulled at through the lines we see.. This in turn brings each one of us the perception that is key 

Become like the tattering scratching lines.. As they weave and search for a place to rest on.. The journey has just began.  Here is a couple pages out of my journal.. Memoirs.. Purely consisting of lines.

Drawing of the day! Life drawing

The human body! What a wonderous contraption it is indeed. With all it's working bits.. Tiny veins to deliver fuel where it needs to go like a overly complex steam engine.. The brain.. The depth of vision and intangible voices within itself.. Here are some drawings from earlier in the day.. Studies of flesh and shadow and of course the ever piercing light that touches the darkest reaches of man.

Celestial provinces

Here is a small mock up for a larger piece I ended up doing.. Dancing souls on the last edge of the void. They wait to guide and replicate the story of life to you,if you let them. I used watered down washes of ink to create some interesting effects.

Sketch of the day

Quick sketch of Joseph F. Rock, National Geographic's determined trailblazing explorer from 1922-1937. Here he is decked out in some Tibetan winter garb

another abstraction portrait

A quick series of lines and colour allow the blossoming of emotion and life in this piece.. Contrast and evolution varying in regards to neaighboring shapes.. I call this one "Tran$mute" 

Hey ya'll! It's been too long! But I'm back for good so keep watch

As the title says it's been quite some time since I last made a post, but don't worry! I am back for good.  I have spent some time studying art and different crafts in the industry of being an independent artist and have all kinds of work to illuminate the world on the most rainy of days! As for now I will leave you with an abstract portrait of myself!