The combination of marks made on previous pages from my notepad and some wrinkles in the paper from spilling some coffee suddenly looked like a dragon to me. There you go....
Learning some difficult dance move. It's kinda going ok but not quite. There is one particular point in the move where my mind just seems to be going blank. That's a tell-tale sign that I don't really know what I am supposed to do there and I'm just kinda faking it. Frustrating....
Hope it goes better tomorrow...
The "going blank" I experienced here is different: not really sure what I'm doing and just doing something, not really leading the move but going through the motions.
(It's not a real problem, tho'. It's a natural part of learning something new...)
More colorful flowers.
Wanted to keep this one black and white as well, but in the end I couldn't resist adding color....
- Illustration, writing, comics, VJ'ing/VisualismAtelier Monsieur Bandit, present
What does it mean to be an artist today?
It seems easier then ever to connect to people all over the world, to show your work and have it “liked”.
But how do you go from this instant but superficial contact to establishing true and meaningful connections?
Is it possible to make long-distance eye contact?
Is it possible to make art on your own terms, without desperately trying to please the masses nor some high-art establishment?
And if that’s possible, where do you keep finding the courage to be so beautifully selfish?