Ink Splattered Dreams: November 2009

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Unbalanced

IF: Unbalanced

I don't know what to call this style....silent comic book form maybe? Hehe...

Monday, November 9, 2009

IF: Blur

Pim saw everything in a blur after the Ferris wheel and roller-coaster rides at the fair.

I tried out this new whimsical brush strokes, but i guess it turned out to be messy. Looks like my drawing itself is a blur!!!

A Large Number. Wislawa Szymborska

Four billion people on this earth,
but my imagination is the way it's always been:
bad with large numbers.
It is still moved by particularity.
It flits about the darkness like a flashlight beam,
disclosing only random faces,
while the rest go blindly by,
unthought of, unpitied.
...
My dreams—even they are not as populous as they should be.
There is more solitude in them than crowds or clamor.
Sometimes someone long dead will drop by for a bit.
A single hand turns a knob.
Annexes of echo overgrow the empty house.
I run from the threshold down into the quiet
valley seemingly no one's—an anachronism by now.

Where does all this space still in me come from—
that I don't know.