Torso

I had nothing to do tonight and for some reason I got the image of a woman's belly in my head. Photoshop was already running since I was trying to get inspiration for this weeks Illustration Friday topic so I just switched focus and went to work. I have never in my life tried to draw a woman's breasts but I think it went quite well. I think I almost managed to remember what those things look like...

Death Mask

I liked this death mask inspired detail from my last post and had to separate it. As always I painted it from memory using photoshop.

Camouflage

I have many identities. I use one at work, one at home, one with my friends and one when I visit my parents and siblings and I probably have quite a few more. But how do I know which one is the real me? Is it just one? Maybe it is all of them at once or am I just as faceless without them as the characters I draw? I don't know... it sometimes feels like I am pretending to be someone else even when there is no one else around.

Plain Dumb Hope

I am desperately trying to hold up the collapsing tower I built and rested my entire being on. Slowly, stone by stone, it falls to the ground and all I can do is to try to slow down the process by holding it steadier with my arms. The best thing to do would probably be to just let go and let it fall and then rebuild it from the pieces but the fear rules me.

What if I have forgotten how? What if I can not make it stronger? How will I ever dare to use it for support in the future?

Of course I know that I must someday do it, there is no other option.

Rain

Memories

I drew this picture about 7 years ago. I actually woke up in the middle of the night and had to reach for a sheet of paper and a pencil and draw it. I've had it on a school web page for years (from some sort of introduction course about the internet where everyone had to create a page with at least one image). Yesterday I suddenly remembered about it and had to download it again. I don't like how I have colored it but who cares, it is a memory.

The Lovers

I miss doing nothing at all and having someone to do nothing with. Sitting on a bench all day or lying in the grass, talking about everything or not saying anything at all. Someone to hug, to spoil and to long for when we are not together. But not just anyone will do, it has to be someone special.

Loneliness

Limited amount of time but I still wanted to draw it so here is a quick sketch for today. The proportions are way out there but it'll have to do.

The Death of Hope

I realized today that I live my life the way others have told me to, that I have allowed others to dictate what I should and should not do. The education I chose was the education that most people around me wanted me to get, not the one I first felt I wanted. Although I can not say it has been a bad choice I still get the feeling that maybe this is not what I want, and what I realized today was that at least it was not what I wanted when I was younger.

Going Somewhere?

Land of Lost Toys

For some reason I promised Entrinnen that I would draw a bunny for my blog so here it is. I have more plans for this image but they will have to wait just a little while longer. Meanwhile, please give my bunny a hug, I think he needs it!

I Was Going To Say Something Clever But...

No inspiration today, no clear picture of what I want in my head. I have no idea how many pictures I've created and deleted tonight but there were quite a few of them. I'll just upload an oldie. A picture of the badly designed nail clipper I own that won't even cut the thinnest of finger nails.

How To Mend A Broken Heart

Sometimes I have a clear image of what I want to draw and other times I have no idea where my brain is going to take me. It felt like my hand was working on its own on this one, kind of like some sort of partial out-of-body-experience. I am not sure what I, or rather my right hand and my brain is trying to say with this image, but we can all guess it is about some sort of heart ache. A representation of all the things we long for but cannot have.

The Angel

There Is Something Dark Hanging Over Our Heads Today

The Cold Hard Stone That Used To Be A Warm Beating Heart

The Things That Make Us Human

A Fresh Start