Soul-Paralyzed Art

Another fake photograph of that insane image I've been drawing in Photoshop for nearly two years, for reasons unknown. What will happen when I finish? Nothing?

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My monthly scribble from January.

You may have already seen this drawing come together in a minute. Now, if you have nothing better to do, you can watch the same process stretched to four and a half minutes. Still a far cry from 16.5 hours, but perhaps you have the patience and imagination to step into the artist's shoes.

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About twenty hours of stabbing paper with the sharp end of a pen, turning white into black—another illustration for my poems. Naturally, not everything turned out as the pen wielder had hoped, but strangely, I still consider the drawing a success.

A monthly scribble.

Printed the dieline of that deck box design—just to see what it actually became.

Took about 22 hours. Something feels off about it, but at this point I’m not sure I can fix it, so here it is.

Inking

My monthly scribble.

You haven't seen the last poem illustration finished yet—and here's the next one, already half-done.

Do you also get the feeling I draw the same things over and over? Or do you also not follow my work closely enough to tell?