Doodle of the Day - Short Story Illustration

This is an illustration I made for a short story written by a friend. The story is about a little girl who finds herself in dark places. 

Postwar Prewar and the Depths Veiled

The ides of March. Postwar. The responsibility of the artist; the infamies and atrocities of the antichrist. There was a moocow coming down along the road. Prewar. Pompous intellectualism and complicity of the esoteric. Drivel. Meaning. This, that. Fuck me. Fuck you. Veil the depths, as it seems as though I belong to another species. 

Postwar Prewar, 35" x 29", oil on canvas, 2013.

The Depths Veiled, 24" x 48", oil on plastic sheeting, 2013.

The Waterfall And The Fountainhead

Waterfall, 24" x 18", oil on plastic sheeting, 2013.

An excerpt from The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand: "The few whose names had lived were really imposters, expropriating the glory of the people as others expropriated its wealth. When we gaze at the magnificence of an ancient monument and ascribe its achievement to one man, we are guilty of spiritual embezzlement. We forget the army of craftsmen, unknown and unsung, who preceded him in the darkness of the ages, who toiled humbly -- all heroism is humble -- each contributing his small share to the common treasure of time. A great building is not the private invention of some genius or other. It is merely a condensation of the spirit of a people."

Maybe this principle applies to art and painting. It seems that art evolves with society and the great number of artists among us. We like to applaud names like Michelangelo, Van Gogh, and Picasso. These are the outliers, the few who found themselves at a moment of circumstances, chosen to sit upon the beacons in our timeline of artistic achievements. They did not work like hermits in a cave; they needed the people. 

As an ant colony moves nests, it marches as one, with each individual carrying a load. If one ant dies along the way, it matters not, as the mass as a whole still gets to where it's going, like a cloud in the sky.

You can't stop the clouds from moving.

Or maybe there were indeed geniuses nonetheless.

Doodle of the Day - a real doodle this time

Ok, if you've seen some of my past posts, you will see that I like to draw cartoons. I don't know why I call them doodles. Maybe it's because they're usually just about a slice of life.

But I also do "real" doodles, and the above picture is an example. It is graphite on paper and took about five to ten minutes.

For a long time, maybe since junior high or elementary school, I've doodled pictures which are largely abstract. It is a process of simply letting the mind go, putting a drawing instrument to a page, moving the hand to create different shapes, shades, lines, and textures, and watching what grows. Sometimes the doodle will be completely abstract, but sometimes it will subconsciously incorporate representational forms.

It helps with compositions.