In the end I didn’t get to do any of the things that I wanted to. Instead I drew hundreds and hundreds of teeny tiny dashes using a ruler. Now my eyes have gone funny.
In the end I didn’t get to do any of the things that I wanted to. Instead I drew hundreds and hundreds of teeny tiny dashes using a ruler. Now my eyes have gone funny.
February 10, 2010 at 10:11 pm |
Just stay out of jail and off the meats. Did the tiny dashes help? I was thinking that art is like a way to poop out bad chemicals and other badness. Once, in meditation class, the monk taught us to mindfully colour in, it was amazing.
February 11, 2010 at 1:24 pm |
it’s a nice effect. did you do each panel by hand? I’d be tempted to do it once and photoshop it.
i like the idea of mindfully colouring in. how do you do it, miss helen?
February 12, 2010 at 2:36 pm |
I love this. It reminds me of (I think) a Terry Pratchett quote about standing on a bald hill during a thunderstorm wearing a copper suit and yelling all gods are bastards.
Why is it that just mashing one’s toes with a hammer doesn’t have the same effect?
February 12, 2010 at 4:28 pm |
Ant bites, I got. Love the texture.