Return of the Tarot
And into the cups.
(Pencil on Paper)
I seem to have dragged my dollhouse scale issues along with me. I know what my brain wants, but my eyes do not agree with what it and my hands are doing.
A house divided, and all that… (to push the dollhouse metaphor to it’s breaking point).
The Dollhouse; Interior
The thing about drawing a dollhouse…
(Ink on Paper; Digital Color)
…is that if you draw the facade, it pretty much just looks like a house. So I drew the inside. Which looks like suffering if you're me and loathe perspective.
When I was a kid I went to Chicago with my best friend’s family and they took us to a museum where we saw a giant dollhouse with running water and working lights. It was amazing.
I own two dollhouses, neither of which are that amazing, but which I putter about in from time to time, adding lights or fun decor. The above dollhouse used to belong to the aforementioned best friend, given to her by the grandparents who took us to the museum in Chicago.
I’ve done weird things to it, of course. Because I am a weird person. But I like the story of it, the layers and levels of it, lurking in the corner in my basement, watching to see what I’ll do to it next.
To Pay Your Way
From a dream.
(Digital)
In which I carried pennies around in my mouth to pay the fees I knew I owed.
That seems like the sort of potent imagery that heralds some deeper meaning, but I'm too distracted by my revulsion to slobber to find it.
Seriously. Gross.
Mock up
My brain does not like working horizontally.
(Digital)
I’m working on sketches for an upcoming show’s flyers and I'm trying stuff out before I sit down with pencil in hand. Mostly because I can sketch on my phone while lying in bed. Which is nice.
I’m also working on finding a new show to replace Supernatural as my background show. Tonight I picked Battlestar Galactica and that was a mistake because I didn’t draw, I just watched Battlestar Galactica.
Which would be awesome, if I had time to just watch TV without working. But I don’t. Ah, well. I’ll rest eventually.
Ankh-Morpork in the Fog
With the Brass Bridge, the Tower of Art, and the Patrician's Palace blurrily present.
(Digital)
Two of Wands
The twos are finished! Hurrah!
(Ink on Paper; see more in the Tarot Gallery)
I also just finished my Supernatural rewatch. It took all 15 seasons of Supernatural to finish 22 tarot cards. That’s roughly 1.5 cards per season.
First of all: While it’s true to I drew some other things in that 15 season stretch, holy shit, that’s a lot of Sam and Dean per card. With a dash of Cas and a dollop of Crowley thrown in.
Second: what the fuck am I gonna watch now!? It might be Battlestar Galactica, it might be LOST, I might just listen to Discworld for a bit. The nice thing about having a show on is that it encourages me to look up and rest my eyeballs once in awhile.
Ending Supernatural while moving past the twos and toward the higher cards is nice narrative congruence. For a show that starts out about good and evil, with clear delineations between right and wrong, it sure works its way into refreshing complexity.
I’ll try to do the same.
Lab Expressions
I just finished a 4-day counseling training and my brain is muuuuuush. Here are some of the doodles from my notes:
(Ink on Paper; this one I actually drew today)
(Ink on Paper; high art and deconstruction of reality)
(Ink on Paper, Digitally Colored; sketch of my goat skull)