I was asked how big it was… The art, and I realized all similar sizes. I out four sheets together tonight and diluted some black water color grabbed a big wide brush and followed my head.
I wanted to do a figure and two made a nice balanced sense. I’m not sure what the year means… Happiness, sadness, hello, goodbye, why? He looks hard, not angry, just hard, stone to what’s going on being the tough one the man, I imagine he’s crying too, inside.
Music: Listening to songza and not really liking the choices. It’s a play list called Canuck Folk. It’s not folky enough.
Pilot pen, bic ball point
Ah…. You see, this is my favorite type of day. Get up at a civilized hour (6:30am) eat some breakfast, saunter to this airport and… Wait for my delayed plane. Which isn’t a problem cause I don’t really need to be any where at any time. And really will loosing my mind about a delayed plane make it arrive any quicker? Nope
So I have my cans on, my oldschool Sony sound isolation rock star head phones, and am drawing in the Porter lounge at the airport. My kinda day.
This is loose mix of still life and imagination, it’s what came out of the pen today.
Music: I lack imagination
So I’m not gonna say… But if you follow me you probably know what I’m listening too.