Five of Pentacles
The pencils for this one have been lying on my desk* for a week and a half. I set it aside to finish up the inks on the High Priestess for the Changeling show, because Erik had one and I wanted to hang our shared cards together.
(Ink on Paper; see more in the Tarot Gallery)
It was making my brain itchy to know it was just sitting there, waiting, and I'm happy to be done with it.
* “desk” in this case meaning “the coffee table from which I can binge watch my premium quality entertainment while drawing.”
Burnout Recovery
Dog therapy.
(Digital)
There’s only so much perpetual human contact I can handle before my neurons start to seize. It takes a few days of isolation for everything to reset.
Back to Work
Running a show for four days isn’t really a break, but not being able to sit down for the usual drawing binge at the end of each day was a struggle.
(Pencil and Ink on Paper)
I very happily returned to The Expanse and Tarot tonight.
Precipice
(Digital)
Tonight was the second open gallery for the Changeling show. It was a great night, in large part due to Battery Eyes playing. They were so good and made me think fondly of punk shows of the past.
We have a few more gallery hours on Sunday, the 9th, and then we’ll be done. As always, I love working with Erik Farseth. I am very lucky to have a friend who is mind-bendingly talented and meticulous, and also puts up with my chaotic, “fuck it, do it, see what happens” approach to the universe.
Two Pleasant Failures
I spent a large chunk of my day today hanging the show that opens tomorrow. My body hurts because in order to balance the strength of my will and intellect, God nerfed my physical prowess.
So I doodled Bert before he got sick of modeling and vamoosed.
(Digital)
And then I tried to sketch something imaginative and it turns out that part of my brain is offline for the near future.
(Digital)
Another Revision
As I was framing drawings today, while listening to James and Jimmie of Small Town Murder discuss brutal crime, I had to stop and tidy up some shadows on this one.
(Ink on Paper, see more in the Tarot Gallery)
I think this was my plan from the beginning… but I drew it in May, so who fuckin’ knows. It took me all of seven minutes to correct, so it is an absolute mystery why I didn’t just do it then.
(The only portion I changed)
Exhaustion seems likely.
