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.

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.

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..."

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.

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.