Faulkner and skin tones

Revamped my twitter layout. My rebellious love for Faulkner has inspired me to draw honey suckle flowers and color them in experimental, gradient ways.


Also, tried to do one of those really nicely realistic looking speed paintings people with significantly more skill than I sometimes do. It wasn't very speedy, but it wasn't a failure either!

I might fix up this blog soon, too. It needs it.

Sketches [6.b]

A little play with perspective. Getting there... slowly getting there.

Sketches [6]

Max, Robin, Yak, a lotus (big. fat. JUICY. LOTUSES), and a redo of a doodle done on notes about speciation.

Pin-up Robin

You mean the world to me

but you'll never know...


A while ago, one of my friends was telling me about a conversation she had with a psychiatrist with regards to difficulty falling asleep. The psychiatrist told her to come up with a story about people she also made up. Lately, I've had difficulty falling asleep and, in an effort to clear my head and drift off, I've been making up stories about these two. Tommy (not fishboy, the other one) and Robin. I've been making up stories about them for three years now.

It's strange, I feel like subconsciously my latent desire to be Robin is affecting my conscious decisions. Three years ago I decided Robin would do something drastic in her life, namely go to college in England... I actually forgot this until I read it in an old sketchbook.

The mind is strange. Life is strange.

Robin - Finished

Robin - WIP

I NEED SLEEP.

Sketches [3]

Sketches

Robin who doesn't seem lonely and depressed!

Henry who looks more handsome and better defined than last time.

And silliness!

If you're lonely...

Well it's a big, big city and it's always the same; can never be too pretty, tell me your name. Is it out of line if I was to be bold and say, "Would you be mine"?


That's right, it's Robin. "Why Maya?" you may ask, "Why do you draw Robin, the melancholic, aloof girl who always longs for something just out of her reach?"

To this I must say, "Because I identify with Robin, I did create her after all." And when I'm lonely, Robin tells me I'm not the only one. How amazing is my mind to comfort itself? Good job self.
It's raining really hard, I don't think that helps. The latter is older, but you know. It still... exists.

So, if you're lonely, why'd you say you're not lonely. Oh you're a silly girl...