The Orphic Egg
(Ink on Paper, 365 Book)
I’m practicing with lighter line weight. It’s a struggle. I want to heavy line everything. Which sums up my personality as well as my inking style.
Lindwyrm
(Digital)
Proving that my genre is sci-fi and not fantasy (and I am a traitor to the cause of nerds everywhere because I have passionate hatred for table-top games and DnD), I only just became aware that the things I love to draw that have no wings and two front arms are called lindwyrms.
Evidently they can have no limbs and sometimes wings, but they’re mostly serpentine (which is the part I like and yet did not capture in any way whatsoever in this drawing).
Boundless Expansion and Incursion is Horror
(Digital)
My head is crammed full of architecture. The places I’ve lived, the buildings I’ve studied, the spaces I’ve imagined… they’re all riding around on the currents of my brain. The same way most people associate memories with smells and songs, I associate them with environments defined by color, texture, and light.
(I’ve heard that smell is supposed to be the sense linked most closely to memory, but I wouldn't know; I haven't had a sense of smell since I was in sixth grade and a kid smashed in my face in a concussion-inducing sledding debacle. And music, while I like it fine, is often just more noise to me.)
I dream about city mashups and apartment/house monstrosities. Infrastructure that I attempt to decode. Malls. (A clear indicator of the decade in which I was a child). Sometimes, lucidity kicks in and I wonder: how the hell did I come up with this weird fucking place? Once, I was so impressed with a facade in a dream, I woke myself up with excitement. Sometimes, any sense of control evades me and the space expands in fractals as strangers filter in through ever-newly-manifesting portals. If you’ve seen the movie Mother! then you know exactly what I’m describing.
(Why does Aronofsky hate us all so much? Who knows.)
This most recent invasive human contagion nightmare was a variation on this familiar theme. The space started small, a studio apartment. Then it spread every time I turned and grew rooms, halls, balconies, staircases. People flooded in and disappeared into the far rooms of the unseen, unattainable space, impossible to dislodge.
A floor plan sketch doesn’t do its discomfort justice. I don't know what would.
