portrait of me by umut duran
group sketch at the bar across from school with Veen and Jojo
sketch on the right by Gio
abstract portrait of tea because i was too nervous to sketch her in person. sketching people i care about is always hard for me because i feel it needs to capture their likeness in the way i perceive them. i can never quite get it write.
by abstracting her i didn't really give a fuck about how it turned out, therefor i could finally draw her:)
went home that night and decided to actually give it a shot. found a picture of her and drew that. didn't mean for her to look so sad but i think she looks beautiful in this.
there was a 5 of hearts card that i had found and i drew the portrait next to it. sweet little gesture of my feelings of the time because the card made me think about her when i found it.
when my sketchbook was stolen, i found that the fucker also stole my card. maybe he thought that there would be something underneath it.
right: portrait of frank that i did while eating breakfast at shelf.
left: one of the first women i drew that i felt looked pretty. it was a big accomplishment for me because i had been practicing trying to capture beautiful women from my head that didn't look manly.
me losing my mind one night in the game art labs.
my mom really liked the portrait i did on the left. i was messing around and trying out a loose style. i'm happy with the result.
more of me losing my mind, this was common for this sketchbook and time in game art.
left: some sketches by veen. i love her style and anatomy so much.
page done by my good friend and band mate Veen!
anatomy from my head, i hate these so much
self-portrait of me while i was losing it. i rarely draw myself. i hate being a part of my art. i want to do my best to stay out of it, at least physically. i feel that art should be free of ego.
this eventually lead to syri.
impromptu song i wrote with veen. frank also showed up and recorded some screaming. he also sketched some.
page by the talented Mr. Frank Kwon. i had never seen him draw like this so it was amazing to be able to experience it firsthand.
missed my flight and had to sleep in the airport.
sketched some sleepy boys
women studiessss, yayyyy
people from home at the paramotoring school i took over the summer. it was lovely to get to draw them and see thier reactions.
also the tea was so good
who am i
what am i
this page was the only other page tampered with by the sketchbook thief. he ripped this one out and it was found near the sketchbook by the homeless man who recovered it. bless his soul. didn't even take our offer for some pizza.
palan
left the hotel to walk around times square by myself. i think being on my own, at least on nights like these, just wandering, made my depression feel better somehow. i wanted to find one of the portrait street artists and draw them.
right: sketch of me done by street artist
faces and masks designed for palan
later come to life for my shalic video
left: sketch of kader. i miss him. i had a really good time with him that day. he took me to one of his favorite restaurants.
the food made my eyes water
fuck you little man
palan
i need to learn arabic
elliot smith
my sketch of the street artist who drew me after this. i was nervous so it didn't come out as i had hoped.
