Secret Alphabets.

I was nicely told earlier today that my hair looked like it's got fine golden threads interplaited in it.
Today: bleeding bruises, patience, watercolour hair, late mornings, Cashmere club, Secret Alphabets.
Some work in progress:

blueberry mornings.

As the twilight came down to my room, my mind was reborn with some new inspiration. Came across one project I'd be quite excited to contribute to as soon as I find a gloomy side of it to work with. The deadline is long after the show though so I shall place this on the top shelf for the time being. While on a bus to work earlier today (having some blueberries for breakfast) I had three incredibly distinct visuals about my ''Truthtellers'' skateboard designs, the second image in the Sögerie / Octavier series ( he's turning into dust every time he falls asleep), and about the Oval Portrait ( for the Poe project). I thought I could draw some more things for the Poe installation (and it's still wouldn't be enough as the visual worlds of his stories are endless, but it's worth trying). Shall be posting some work in progress tomorrow or so.

I could not fall asleep last night no matter what I tried to do with myself ( like sketching, counting dragons, taking pills, building a noise-protective fortress castle out of my pillows over my head), but on the other hand I nearly managed to figure out the final story line for the music video I had got myself into making of. The pin-through idea is : objects and subjects disappearing and reappearing and transforming into different things -where the love goes, I think that's what they're singing about there.

I used to feel incredibly worried about this job and actually got stuck, had a few days of depressive obsessions and monomaniac ideas but finally settling down with the concepts now and think it's going to be a good practice in illustration and animation for me and they gave me a complete freedom of choice in anything I'm going to do as well.

I feel like drawing for some storyboards, but I'm ridiculously tired from all the things that took place this weekend and will see how long I'm going to last till I crash out.

In other, non drawing related news,- today I received one of the most surprisingly wicked compliments I've ever heard- I sat down by Jamie in the canteen and there was a 'fabulous' mag or something like that kind of periodical on the table and I looked through it saying I was looking for some pictures of beautiful people to draw and Jamie said I should take a mirror and draw. 

And, hooray, my orchard drawing board in A2 arrived today in the morning and I'm over the moon about that, and there's also no excuses possible to not to draw every other minute of my life full of this light sadness of mine. Well, I have been feeling complete and existing in my own imaginary world of Poe, ghosts and elves and things over the recent weeks and stated to get over things I'd thought I'd never will, but I don't think I will ever lose these depressive moments and emotional thoughts of mine, I can't escape them, I think they are deep inside of me and are under no control from he side of my mind.

LED ghost.

Today was Sunday and Sundays are fun. Also there were a couple of wicked moments in my life earlier during the day and late evening.
While on the bus from work I had the whole and complete and looking awesome the idea about the stuff I want to do for my FinalMajorProject. It involves hell of a lot of illustration, some 3d animation and interactivity bits. The only thing I can share in words is that there gunna be an LED ghost. Also some windows, and dragons. *<*

A Mirror Illustration finished!

Ollie's and Jem's house.

Ollie's and Jem's house is an incredibly inspiring place. As soon as I enter their living room I get this urgent need to draw patterns. This is a result of the last time I had dinner at theirs.

When a few hours ago the pretty odd pluming system outside my bedroom window was about to drive me absolutely mad ( the old good method of torture to freak the crap out of a human mind) and the magical pills (x4 -every 30, 15, 2, 2 minutes) didn’t help and the sounds from the outside of my head started to disperse into lines and and winds-like-materia creating coordinates in dark space of my mind, I decided to draw something and here's the result: