winging it

tatsuyuki tanaka

Art block is that moment when you realise your skills could be so much more then they currently are. It frustrates you to draw because you can finally see your drawings differently. You can see where they can be better and you want them to be better.  It’s not a matter of “I can’t draw today”, it’s a matter of “I imagined this would turn out so much better” and “there’s something missing, I just know it. What technique did I miss.” You’ve got past that temporary phase of analysing and researching and now you’re able to incorporate it in your own work, you just need to figure out how, and when you get past that art block. Well, you’ll see the improvement before you know it. Slowly, but it’s there. And once you get comfortable with using those new skills you’ll move on and start analysing again, and you’ll see where you can improve.

Happy Chinese New Year! It’s a special one to me, being born in the year of the Rooster. So here’s a piece to celebrate, and perhaps the start of a new series :)

The year of the rooster includes 1957, 1969, 1981, 1993, 2005, 2017, and 2029 and those lucky folks are meant to be hard-working, independent, sociable, active, organised, punctual and observant (as well as boastful, arrogant, impatient and vain). I’m not sure this entirely lines up with me (punctual/organised haha…) though for everyone it is meant to be a year of progress and hard work while sticking to the practical path.

Enjoy the New Year, and wishing you a fabulous year of the rooster!

Interiors by Suzanne Moxhay

In Suzanne Moxhay’s recent work she has been exploring concepts of spatial containment in montages built from fragments of photographed and painted interiors. Architectures are disrupted by anomalous elements – contradictory light sources, faulty perspective, paradoxes of scale. Light casts shadows in the wrong direction, walls fail to meet in corners, an area of the image can be seen either as an enclosing wall or dark overcast sky.

Okay, I’ll say it! 

You’re nothing but a tree trunk! A heartless, spineless, eyeless, noseless hunk of wood! Dumbbell, blunderbuss, stump-chewer! You damn potato-puller! Quit acting like a big-shot!  All you spew is puffed-up prattle!

This loud voice is my voice, and it’s got louder and louder and louder to go!

You’re a nincompoop, damn fool, addle pate! And on top of that, you’re a sleazy dirtbag good-for-nothing bumbly-wumbly caterpillar!

That kid is my son, and no one gets to tell me otherwise! What’s it matter if he doesn’t look like me?! Listen up! Don’t you dare come for him later, because I’m not giving him up! And don’t you doubt it! 

As of today, the conversation’s over! Subject closed!

And that is what I had to say. Unworthy though it was.

Yotaro (Sukeroku) claiming Konatsu’s son as his own.

cinematic appreciation ━ the book of life

Shaun has no chill. Inspired by @incorrectassassinscreedquotes post

normal people vs artist when looking at good arts..