I’m getting better at blending and learning a lot more patience when I draw. I used Copic markers and Copic multiliner pens to make this one and I like it quite a bit. It is the first thing I have made that I am really happy with. Not bad for a beginner đ
More experimentation. Can’t say I am happy with the outcome but I’m figuring out my tools. Yay.
A Zentangle-ish doodle. I timed this one, giving myself 30 minutes total. I am happy with the result. I feel my lines are getting more precise.
4×6 card inked with Copic Markers
Another tile I did today. I have been writing attempts at poetry the last few days. I have been down with seizures (I have very severe epilepsy) and I have been using drawing as a bit of therapy. I realized that I wanted to put a poem on the paper, but I was not ready to externalize the poem I had in mind, so I wrote it behind the drawing if that makes sense. Only bits of the poem are there and you can let your brain connect and complete the bits in between.
I did this on a Zentangle tile today at my coffee hang out, which is really my chocolate brownie hang out. I wasnât really using any âactualâ tangle patters (that I am aware of) but rather just randomly going along with my brain. I really need to work on that light effect I tried (important word here is âtriedâ) to do. But I like it.
I got some beautiful Copic markers â OMG they are amazing! I doodled around and came up with this in an effort to use as many colors as possible (and still only used half). I am terrible at blending, as you can see, and I wasnât giving this my full attention, but I kind of like it for itâs chaos and color profusion. Iâll work on it a little more and see if I can get those bits blended more and the edges shaded. Copic markers are the absolute shiznit. It feels like painting with a brush but with better control. I was lucky enough to find a set on Ebay for reasonably cheap but they are usually $5 to $6 PER MARKER.
Practice doodling. I screwed up quite a bit but had fun making them. Totally botched one of them so I blackened it. I shall call it “Dark Matter” and pretend it was on purpose đ
Today it was raining. That kind of soft, steady rain that seems more Irish than Central Californian. I found a little college campus area cafe that only had one other customer and really good coffee and decided to sit a while and draw. I didn’t expect to finish anything, and I certainly did not expect to write a poem. I have never been much of a poet. I wrote a little poetry in high school as most tragic pre-emos did, but not since then. I was thinking a lot about how the unknown is actually comforting to me. How some people feel the need to create an answer to difficult questions when no rational explanation can be found. I have always felt differently. I find the unknown comforting. For me, the idea that we are all connected to everything and actually part of the Earth’s evolutional process is more comforting than the idea that a deity hiccuped us into existence. I was also thinking (loosely and randomly) about the ego of the learning process and how losing that ego is really the only way to learn. Two hours later, I had a pen and ink drawing and poem down. An hour and a half of coloring and I had thisâŚ
The words brightly landed on my lap
trembling for purpose and reason
but no help could I give
for they were strange charmed quarks
stars of a nature I cannot comprehend;
cosmic things.
I opened my hands – fingertips
untwining like vines
to embrace what I did not know
my soil fertile and waiting-
a seed planted firmly and fast
nourished by empty space and stars
that shivered with joy at it’s presence.
The answers I once thought I had
proved not enough and the seed grew
and flowered roughly – taking root
in the field of gray and blue;
colors I once believed alien and empty
now spread open, gradient and swirling,
arms like a galaxy – reaching for me.
A surprising comfort, this newness
something altogether
complete and vast-
I welcome the path outward.
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