August 30, 2015

End of the Road


Yours Sincerely has drawn this little sketch with whatever that remains of his energy...

For years, I struggled to keep head over water, working the best that I could in a hard world. But as for today, this is how I feel.

August 23, 2015

Painful Wrapping


So while my right hand bones aren't actually broken, there are some interesting fractures (sailing accident, frequent readers know this boat is occasionally trying to kill me) that makes drawing quite painful. First it was exciting to see...


...if I could draw at all...


...and well, there was some likeness. Ow! Hurt. Used my left as much as possible for parts of less precision. Could do.


Sparing no pain and sprain, I went on to do this pencil two days later...


...and digital colouring I could do with my left to a great extent. Still, I'll probably receive some comments from the plastered depths regarding this cruel and unusual art. Well, tomorrow, mañana, mañana... come what may.



August 16, 2015

Ballpoint Beauty and Beast



This week has seen me dragging the piano around, crossing the beautiful Stockholm archipelago with the Ocean Orchestra. We had a fine concerto on the outermost island of Arholma, halfway to Åland as the sun went down and the Baltic Sea stretched wide open into eternity. It was also dragged, during intense rehearsal days, through our somewhat less beautiful subway system. The result (before I go back to Swedish Work Ethics) is two drawings made with loving crosshatch: This lady was started as a sneak drawing on the sub -- little did she know that I was to send her out among the isles and sails. Nor did I. I've worked a lot with negative space, as you see; drawing by not drawing, drawing energy from the nothing and everything that some would call Tao.



From beauty to beast. This thing was born while rehearsing and with a few final strokes it (cross)hatched on another sub, somewhere around midnight when such creatures are born. You decide what it is. The piano shivered in its casing.



A closer look, with the abysmal thing looking back -- as all true abysses do if you stare down long enough, according to Nietzsche.
"I see you..."






August 09, 2015

The Luminaries of Workfare Unflattered (from a Work in Progress)


Swedish politics is fascinating. One party which claims to be Old Labour and isn't anymore, one party which claims to be New Labour and is not (these friends of the Little Man are somewhere between conservative and neoliberals) and lastly and most mean (among the large ones) there's the party that claims it's not outright Nazi but very much is. Voilà. And as they all endorse another Potemkin Village, the façade known as Workfare (Arbetslinjen in Swedish) they are about to tower in my Swedish Work Ethics -- cogwheels and all -- in progress...


I still haven't made the Nazi sinister enough.


And His Excellency is but an outline yet. I rather fancy black and white on neutral, and shall have to see more of what one can do with this some other time...


Work goes on. Real work.

August 02, 2015

Wheel of Misfortune

And now you're over 10.000 readers since the start :) many Swedes and Americans but also Russians, Ukrainans, Chinese, English, French, German, Tunisians (Hello Dear) and many others... I wish there were more from Africa and América Latína/do Sul, you're all so very welcome ^_^ This is post no. 135...

...thus far I am fortunate. This poor fellow is not...


...we're stuck in our chores of real or fake productivity (that's a cogwheel, isn't it? Must be!)...


...and cog by cog become, inescapably, "one with the ship"...


...certain overidentification with your slavery might occur at this point. (And a certain rationalisation of increasingly unnecessary production.) If you think that this is a little raw, just wait 'til you see the final work. And yes, this is a nail in the eye for those who think that only cogwheels are work, especially theirs...

So see me work. I had to calculate the 3D of the wheel in the classic way, albeit on a screen (less smudgy, with a little help from my friends -- the computer circuits -- in squeezing the circle with tangents to a perfect oval form.


There'll be a movie coming up that shows the lot, with some adequately eerie music too, but here you get the idea...


And with this pattern x 2 I could soon make wheels and different painful combinations, all to the Greater Glory of Cogs. -- To be continued.

July 26, 2015

With Greece in Mind
(a Sketch from the Economical Bestiary)


The last thing that I saw on the Greek tragedy was that the country -- amidst huge protests -- is hurtling further down the loans spiral. If they cut back enough on the public good or even the public necessary, they may borrow enough to pay banks for what they borrow in order to pay banks, or so I got it. A vicious circle, might lead to chaos -- we owe the Greek for the word χάος and haven't paid for it yet. Another unpaid word is Economy: Oikos nomia once had to do with the art of tending to an oikos, a household. With the Euro, Greece should be part of the European oikos, for better and worse, but no. -- This isn't how to run a happy farm, Madame Merkel...

The most disturbing thing is that ordinary people get to pay for the mistakes of bankers and rulers. I understand that Her Excellency was one of the loudest voices for Greek appeasements (and I have a feeling that somehow ordinary Germans might get to pay for her lack of solidarity) so here goes...

I think that my Merkelmonster became a silly rather than a strictly evil bird. I haven't got that personal anger in me. I am pleased with beau Athena too. Pencil on one notebook page for each, electric stitching, a little Photoshop paint (not too much; I also played a bit with exposure to make the sketch rich in contrasts).


Fight on, Greece, fight on. I hope that Athena wins.



July 19, 2015

“My Hoovercraft is Full of Eels” -- visual ramblings



Digital sketch done in the manner of Exquisite Corpses, the surreal method of adding words to each other without thinking; if you say one word I add the first another without any prefrontal cortex censorship. (As sentences form around a festive table in the middle of the night, round and round from mouth to mouth -- do try! -- they tend to get more and more, hum, Freudian...)

This was drawn in the solo manner of this game, start with a line, add something else, see what it wants to become even if abhors you. (Something more or less like the Paranoiac-critical method, q.v.) A line and half an eyebrow wanted to be fish, inkdrops hint old school telephones and their shadows are sailing away, perhaps to find a Hungarian phrasebook.

Normally (warning, Photoshop geekery ahead) I have one layer for the outlines and one for colours behind and below a backdrop in progress, quite a stage. Here I had a background and a layer of pure improvisation. (Doing this in oil, adding and subtracting all the time, would be quite sticky, and you'd end up no less colourful than the painting.) It would be interesting to know if the background colour subconsciously affects the foreground (as we're taking this dream machine out for an airing with no leash or even dog goodies to bribe it with) -- we know that different wallpapers do. I once had to sleep in a room with stark red ones. The company wasn't very good either, but that's not the point, and the only thing that helped was a change of walls and roof and, sadly, company; merely tapestry didn't help a bit. And now I am babbling, for free drawing liberates the mind.

As for the title of the post, it is perfect. It has nothing to do with the subject; at least not consciously...



July 12, 2015

The Nurse of Death, finished




The lady had been going for a while and had but minutes left, when at last, in an eerie moment sudden of consciousness, she asked Susanne, the nurse --

"Are you the angel who will take me to the garden of death?"

And then she left this world.


The garden of death holds marigolds [tagetes]. They are glowing somewhat to cheer us up. And here we see sweet Ms. S. a little closer... (In the background we saw her beloved Lapponia, and the beautiful highlands may very well do as a hint of Paradise in the end of ends.)


I had a little fun miscolouring the feet. The cover and the medical staff sandals are in a traditional Hospital Green...


"Come dear, hold my hand. It won't take very long..."


July 05, 2015

The Nurse of Death, Work in Progress

This one will be dedicated to sweet Susanne, friendly soul and nurse with a lot of experience, some of it eerie. I might get back to this particular instance, and how she became an Angel of Death. I am still making the outlines. (We're a little tired. Being a nurse, or so I'm told, is a hard job of work.)


The Greek believed that Charon ferried the souls over to Hades on River Styx; in Voodoo tradition this honour befalls Baron Samedi (who prefers to be drunk during the process) and so forth. I think I'd prefer Susanne, actually...


The “paper” or background whilst “inking” (my wholly digital process calls for quotation marks) is my favourite nuance of tan; the colour of natural paper that has yellowed way past yellow.



To be continued...


June 28, 2015

Pencils from the Notebook

-- Pencil drawings are underrated.


This is where important work happens, where you whilst doodling get to know what you think or feel -- or at least get a hint. This is Mette Edvardsen as a cat...




...who read I am a Cat by Soseki Natsume by heart in a project concerning narration and memory at the Moderna Museet -- I am to report on this later for good old slynglar.com, cultural fanzine. When all knowledge is in your modern palm, albeit just as long as batteries allow, remembering how to remember becomes important.

Another leaf in the notebook is a human pyramid. We might learn why they cling like this later, if ever.




And as for this one, no idea. Feel free to guess. Helmet, sort of?




Now pick up a pencil and some paper :)

June 21, 2015

Oxytocin, a Sketch

She told me that she was from Kazakhstan. And that it might get very hot there. I believe her. The conversation was quite short -- she didn't speak much English or Swedish and I don't know any Kazakh. However, while we talked I clandestinely made her a part of Oxytoxin, this little sketch.


Oxytocin is an interesting hormone. It makes us feel well when certain someones touch us gently. It reduces fear and inspires trust. It's a part of the Chemistry of Love and yes, it is highly addictive. I readily confess that this one was inspired by Dalí's Cannibalisme de l'automne (Autumnal Cannibalism) which is my favourite work by him; my rendering is not as cannibalistic, I merely nibble a little bit... "Its systematic name is cysteine-tyrosine-isoleucine-glutamine-asparagine-cysteine-proline-leucine-glycine-amide", says the Wikipedia happily, but that's a bit too long, so Oxytocin it is.










June 14, 2015

On Finding an Old Work Again

I almost forgot that I had this one, I found it again. And I don't know what I think about it now, but here goes: The Ordeal of Ms. M.


By this time, it matters less why she suffered crickets and all, but there must be a reason, I'm sure... but there are dogs and grapes and flies and whatnot too. Please help?






June 07, 2015

Needles to Say



Ow! I give you this pointed piece without further ado, as somewhat edgy food for thought. Closeup, where the head should be:


And here's a leg.


I'll happily pin your interpretation down as the right one. (And whilst we nail our interpretations on others and everything, Others and Everything forcibly tack their expectations upon us, "needles" to say...) -- Ow!


May 31, 2015

The Ochun Oxtra / Haffsårkestern

If you have a boat and name it the Ocean Orchestra and leave the spelling in the hands of a Muddler, you get it misspelled the Ochun Oxtra, or in Tove Jansson's Swedish, the Haffsårkestern. (You find it in her Moomin book Moominpappa's Memoirs.) We thought it was an excellent band name (or rather, the least not excellent name that we all could agree upon, having tried so many strange ones, from Wild Red Raspberries to Tante Bengtsonz's Band) and I thought that one had better have the boat redrawn (out of respect for Ms. Jansson, original works and so forth). The original pencil...


...led to this...


...and was made into a -- perhaps not perfect, but poster still, and I had to do this under full steam ahead. There'll be a good guitarist, two singing beauties and I'll tap the keys as usual. Anchors awheigh.


May 24, 2015

A Short Journey on the River Styx



Death, where is thy sting?

-- For a short little while, I was like dead. Exhausted, with a fever and a cold too, after having helped out at the shipyard (boats are heavy) with putting ships to sea and now waiting for my own last coating of varnish to dry... I fell asleep in my heat. I faintly remember how my fellow Sunday sailors tried to wake me up (they had quite a hard time). So here you find Yours Sinc. in Charon's boat (q.v.) down on the River Styx, surrounded by forces ambiguous or malicious.


But fortunately, friendly swallows showed the way.

May 17, 2015

Vernissage Concert Pencil and Other Musical Flowers



Happy times at Larry's Corner, where Anna Petraškeviča, Girilal Baars, Yann le Nestour, Sören Runolf and Mats Dimming played Discrete Comprovisations; mellow, mostly harmonious experimental music. In the background (below) you see the art of Mr. Ceder, who got an applause too...


Next Saturday, Yours Sincerely -- if he's still alive -- might host a musical night there with other fine odd people. The same rowdy gang might later be responsible for this little show on May 30:th (my quickie poster too)


...it is a little pity that you don't see all of the flowers in it; I drew the original freehand without having any roses in my life at all, so I don't think it's too bad. Pencil...


...and then a little digital pastel.