This jewel-encrusted crown looks pretty heavy. You should see the back of it.
The “jewels” were castoffs from my mom, who is a collage artist. I hope to obtain more of them, if I am good.
I was going to add these to my last post, but the Internet likes volume.
Making things rainbow and kawaii seems to be my favorite way of cheering myself up when I’m going through something heavy. It’s the visual equivalent of eating a pile of candy. I can’t sing the blues until I’m a safe distance from it, I’ve learned.
Artists, illustrators, designers: do you have a kind of art— style, subject, practice, etc.— that you turn to when you’re going through a difficult time?
I started calling myself “Little Cog” when I did data entry work in a cramped, frigid cubicle. “There there, little cog,” I would say while sniffling, trying to fight off another office cold. Luckily I don’t think of myself that way any longer, but the character stuck in my mind. Hopefully it has the balance of cuteness and melancholy that I imagined.
From the sketchbook. I’m working on a million color and texture variations of this right now, all of which look a lot prettier than what’s inside my head right now, with this nasty summer cold I’ve got. Anything that makes it through my elimination round will be posted here, and I might make a few of them into prints.
I’ve been looking for a new sketching exercise lately, and I’d forgotten how much I like to draw masks— you can delve into geometry, symmetry, abstraction, facial expressions, symbolism, pretty much anything you could improve in your art.
All of these masks are real, from different cultures and times, picked at random from an image search.
Another color version— I could make new ones for days:
Aaaannnd here’s the original ink drawing: