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.

May 10, 2015

Sneak Vernissage Experimental Music Poster, finished

Most of these cruel experiments with instruments (for the poster mentioned before) are drowned in text, they were mostly completed for fun (and for you, dearies!).

Here goes; a wriggling recorder...

And an accordion; I made careful note not to try too hard to draw an accordion but Come What May, and it got quite accordingly accordion anyway.

And here's the completed poster... the day after, knock wood, I'll have my Vernissage:
Larry's Corner,
2 p.m.
35 Grindsgatan, Stockholm, Sweden,
May 16:th.

May 03, 2015

Environmental Pitch Fish

And this little fish is tired of swimming. It might have a bit with the gas mask to do. But above all it swam to a newly founded paper for Green News, where I knew the founder a little, but others knew him better, so swim on, poor little fish. Then it swam all across the Atlantic to a New York fanzine where pitching is encouraged. In vain. After swimming back to me it is now rather tired, and begs to rest its weary fins here on this blog. Voilà.

April 26, 2015

It Takes Two to Tango (or worse)

This little thing I threw together while waiting for the first coating of varnish to dry on my boat, shivering a little as the shipyard was rather cold and raw and windy... I don't know whether this visual thought is warming or not. I had a little fun. It's a dance macabre of certain nearness, but no matter how close or intimate, they never really seem to reach at all...

...many relationships work this way. The colours are happy anyway, even if the couple isn't (I don't know).

April 19, 2015

Partly Wooden Angel
and Ceiling Perspectives on Beauty

This little thing (Photoshop pen, photo and Photoshop insanity) would fit nicely in the ceiling of a church or so -- or not. The wooden façade is stretching up to the sky. The angel -- if it is an angel and not a being orbiting lower trajectories, like the rest of us (and why wouldn't we unangels want glorification? we need it better) -- is made of the same stuff as the walls, obviously, and I see some kind of point in that.

Well, let's have a closer look. It strikes me now that there's a point too in not (I drew her on a whim) having a classic beauty. True beauty can be rather unclassic, real angelic imperfection.

April 12, 2015

Violated Violins, Slithering Zithers or Suchlike

From a poster in progress. They play experimental music, and gave me free hands to experiment myself...

Viola d'amore, obviously. (A little poetic license, but they do play the Viola da Gamba, cello and contrabass...) There's not too much room, making the already odd ideas odd in shape too.

The gang is in place (top) and the text roughly where it should, but there's no telling what might happen on the right side (you might hint an outline; soon subject to whim and change, not unnecessarily nonviolent). I hope to get surprised.

April 05, 2015

Suffering, Hope and Worn Messenger Pidgeons
(Letrero por Dolores y Esperanza)

The wonderful thing about Dolores y Esperanza (the name on the letter) is that it means Suffering and Hope respectively, and it could be an actual Spanish name.

Being answered might bring suffering or hope.

Not being answered brings mostly suffering.

April 04, 2015

Happy Easter!

Dear readers,
Happy Easter!
(In Swedish and Spanish too.)

A little Easter egg for you, as thanks for keeping your eyes on Paintstakingly :)

You're very welcome to spread the image above -- just promise to keep it precisely as it is -- as your very own surreal Easter greeting!

(And below, voilà, you find 6 eyes only 4 your eyes only...)