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Bad Inspirational Signs for Bad People

Some people might call me overly cynical, but I just can’t stand so called “inspirational signs”. Inspirational signs has really caught on in the last few years and as a result, most of the stuff you will find in any given interior design or bric-a-brac shop is cheap, mass-produced signs printed with lovey-dovey, special-snowflake quotes that often don’t even make any sense. The worst ones are the ones that praises one set of people (free-spirits, open-hearted or intellectuals) while subtly or not so subtly talking down the “mainstream”. Anyway, I came a cross a ridiculously bad and very expensive “inspirational sign” the other day. As a result, I started mocking the concept in my head and coming up with terrible and honest inspirational signs and took to Photoshop to put them together. This is just a teaser, due to technical problems with PS I gave up pretty quickly. I might recreate the first sign IRL and mount it on the wall in my new flat.

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As a bonus, here is the inspirational sign that “inspired” me. It’s like someone just puked words onto a canvas and put a ridiculous price tag on it! Even the doge memes make more sense than this. Sorry for the crappy cellphone picture.Image

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Sad clowns with giant balls

Who would have known that it was such a good combination?

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Yep, I went to see Slava’s Snowshow at South Bank Centre a couple of days ago. It’s a show that relies heavily on visual effects, audience interaction, humour and symbolism. It mixes dark themes with a good helping of comedy and it’s almost like Salvador Dali had a hand in designing the scenes. Despite that the story is pretty tragic, it seems to be very popular with children. Before explaining the story, I should point out that it’s a “mute” show. The characters sometimes speak in their made-up language, but the story is mostly told through body language and visual or musical symbolism.

The story follows a tragic clown, Slava, who in the beginning of the show is about to attempt suicide before he is interrupted. The way I interpret the rest of the show is that Slava meets someone who slowly makes him awake from his depression and start living again, but they have a falling out when Slava develops romantic feelings for his friend. His broken heart makes him spiral into depression once again. As he tries to get over his friend, he ends up triggering more feelings that ends up consuming him. This is depicted by Slava trying to clean away cobweb, but as he cleans, more and more cobweb comes out until Slava is stuck in it and it starts covering the entire audience. When the friend attempts to rekindle their friendship, they end up fighting and Slava says some very hurtful things that makes his friend go away for good. Wallowing in regret, Slava imagines himself apologizing and reconnecting with his friend, through playing out phone conversations and a very cool scene where he manipulates a coat on a coat hanger to act like his friend. During the latter scene, he finds the courage to let go and leave and that’s “kind of” where the show ends. I say kind of, because there’s actually two more scenes after that, but I’m not sure if they are a part of the story or just to give the show a great send-off. I guess you could interpret both scenes as separate alternative endings to the show.

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The first scene is Slava arriving somewhere after saying goodbye to his friend. It starts snowing and Fortuna starts playing in the background as a scared Slava gets stuck in a giant snowstorm. While everyone in the audience loved being bombared with fake snow (one of the only time I felt like I had an advantage because of my glasses. I didn’t have to shield my eyes from the fake snow like everyone else, so I got more out of the scene), the only interpretation I can think of is that Slava is in emotional turmoil and that he finally is overpowered by it or at least facing his biggest challenge yet.

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The other scene, which might just be the cast saying goodbye, is Slava and his friend reuniting and throwing giant balls out on the audience. When I say giant balls, I really mean GIANT balls. I think the biggest one must have been 5 metres (16 ft?) in diameter. That’s when the show officially ended and everyone in the audience started bouncing the balls through the hall and throwing fake snow at each other. It really got everyone going; parents were holding their toddlers up in the air to get a chance to touch the balls and elderly couples were throwing fake snow at each other. I’m surprised no one got hurt, because I saw several toddlers getting their face “smashed” by the big balls. But no, they just looked confused for a second, and then started laughing. I prefer this as the final scene, because I like happy endings.

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Anyhow, like I said above, the show is “mute” and a lot of the scenes are open to interpretation. Like Tom said, there probably isn’t a symbolic meaning to everything in it either. Some things are probably just there for comedy or because they look cool. I’m sticking with my interpretation of it and I haven’t read any other reviews of the show. It’s fun, dramatic, confusing and beautiful and even if my interpretation isn’t correct, I definitely recommend people to go see the show if they have a chance. Fair warning though, my floor at home was covered in fake snow for a few days afterwards.

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Original art post: Undressing

Boop boop, here’s another original art post. As you might remember, I wrote a while back that it was time that I stopped covering up men in my drawings, and this was the drawing I was talking about. If you were expecting a single, massive dick, I apologize for the disappointment. Something about this drawing: It’s a human showing a robot inside and a robot showing a human insides. When I use photoshop I usually start off with a real sketch that I scan and then outline in a different layer, but this time I used the multiply setting to keep the original lines and shadows and add on to that, which takes less time.

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Smelly cheese at the theatre

It’s been a busy few days! My dad came over for a visit so I’ve spent the last couple of days running around London city and haven’t had any time to do any updates here. Highlights of the visit included going up The Shard and watching Phantom of the Opera. I got some extremely smelly brie cheese from Borough Market that I put into my backpack before heading to Tate Modern. Embarrassingly enough, as we sat down to watch Phantom of the Opera, the cheese sent off the most horrid smell as I stuffed the bag under my seat, which must have seemed like I let out a incredibly toxic fart before I sat down. I’ve had spontaneous giggling fits thinking about it all day, clearly I have the mental age of a 3 year old.

I caught up with Fresh Meat this morning and I’m terribly amused that the gang are also addicted to Homes Under the Hammer. Every time I watch it I write down another line to improve the already existing drinking game. I guess I should post that at some point!

Hopefully I’ll have some time tomorrow to write a bit more. I’m starting training for my new job tomorrow so I’m a bit pressed for time! At least once I’ve posted this, the crude post from a few days ago won’t be at the top of the site. 😉 I haven’t had time to finish  the drawing, but I kind of like where it’s going.

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A small **** for humanity, a big **** for an amateur artist.

There comes a time in every amateur artist’s lives when the risk to remain tight in a bud is more painful than the risk it takes to blossom.

There comes a time when you realize that sticking to your safe zone, just drawing what you’re good at drawing, what you’re comfortable at drawing, or covering up or distracting from the things you’re not, is getting more and more ridiculous and complicated.

There comes a time when you need to go boldly where you’ve never been before.

It’s the time.

The time for me to stop cover up male genitalia with ridiculous cloth loins, random plants or conveniently flying leaves.

It’s time to draw a dick.

Just like drawing a hand, you think you know how it looks like, you’ve seen hands every day, but when you try to draw it you still draw the hands attached to the elbows.

It’s time to search for tutorials and references.

“How to draw male genitalia” on DeviantArt only provides you with instructions on how to draw animal’s junk on anthropomorphized characters.

“Reference photo nude male” on Google oddly shows a whole lot of naked females.

Googling “Penis anatomy” has educational results, but the inside of a penis isn’t really useful right now.

God. Do I have to taint my search history by simply searching for “penis”? What if I die and someone goes on my computer and sees that I googled “Penis”? OK there’s worse things in my search history but it feels so immature to google penis photos.

A last attempt.

“Male genitalia” A short scream. Edit to “Healthy male genitalia”.

Give in and just Google “Penis”, pause and think, edit to “Healthy penis”.

A few OK photos, mixed with a few I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THAT PENIS!

Wonder if googling for reference photos is what leads to the rumored eccentricity of artists.

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It’s a very inoffensive little penis so far and I think that’s how I will leave it for the night. I feel like I should clarify that it’s not a drawing of just a penis, it’s a fullbody thing going on… oh you will just have to wait until I’m finished in a couple of days and see for yourselves. I’m still traumatized by one of the search results… like it seriously looked like someone had tied a small firework to it and set it off. Enjoy that imagery!

 

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Trypophobia – fear of many small holes . . . . . . . . !

Here’s something deeply unfair: Every time you google a specific phobia, google shows the object of the phobia on the first page. I feel bad for people with serious phobias who go online to search for help to overcome it and instantly run across a picture depicting the very thing they hate. Here’s a good thing though: Wikipedia seems to have thought about this and doesn’t include photos in the articles about specific phobias.

Trypophobia is described on wikipedia as fear for objects with small holes. I’ve always had a bit of an obsession with anything that reminds me of pores, but oddly I’ve never thought about it from the perspective that pores are many tiny holes. I just figured it’s damage from when I was a teen and my great aunt (the only elderly relative who I saw on a regular basis) would pinch and cut her skin because she had larvae and eggs living under her skin that she needed to get out. A couple of years later I found out that she was in fact psychotic and there wasn’t anything living under her skin at all, something that my parents had known all along and just failed to mentioned because A) Maybe they thought it was obvious B) Maybe they didn’t want us children to know that she was psychotic C) Maybe they just didn’t occur to them to tell us (knowing my parents I’m definitely going for option C). Maybe I was a dumb teen but I really thought she had insects and eggs under her skin and the idea grossed me out immensely and I was afraid that I would catch what she had every time I visited. Because of this I thought my aversion to everything involving skin and particularly pores was reasonable. Just last January I made a drawing that reflected my fear about this (click on the picture for the description at my DA). Don’t click if you’re severely trypophobic, lol.

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I’m not much for self-diagnosing and I think people in general are too quick to label something as abnormal or needing to be fixed, but it is interesting that it isn’t just me and that maybe humans in general have some biological aversion to things like this. While there isn’t much research on the subject, some people have suggested that it is probably less socially produced and might be because trypophobic patterns can be found on poisonous animals and the brain is wired to be afraid of them.

Anyhow, it’s an interesting topic and I hope there will be more research done on it. I just wished that the authors of the articles could be a bit considerate and maybe not illustrate the phobia all the time! Seriously, just writing this blog post has made my skin crawl. If you want to look at some images and decide whether you have trypophobia, I suggest going to this buzzfeed article or watch “true facts about the frog” because those things have ruined me forever (and yes, that’s where I came across the term).

To bring this post to a conclusion: BLEEEERGGGGHHHHHHH!

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Original art post

So over a month ago I said something about buying ridiculously expensive faber-castell pencils to make a drawing for my mum’s birthday. I was meaning to post the result but I got distracted or something and posted a bunch of TMI:s and a little bit dumb posts instead. But hey, better later than never. These photos have been on my computer for about a month so I guess I’ll post them now?

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Filling in the seaweed was a pain in the ass. The position of her left arm looks a bit odd, I think the shading there is a bit off. I was pressed for time when I made it so I didn’t attempt to fix as many mistakes as I usually do, and due to my overly firm pen grip my hand didn’t really want to work with me (hand cramps).  I wanted to find a reference photo for the pose I had in mind, but there wasn’t really anything that was spot on, so I had to use a lot of imagination to try to imagine how her body could be positioned realistically. That’s a good exercise but it’s not something I like doing or is particularly good at! I can hardly figure out which way to look when crossing a street so imagining how a muscle would flex if a body part is angled a certain way is tough. Aside from the hand cramps, I had fun doing it. Drawing on a relatively big canvas has the advantage of being able to focus more on details, but it also means that it takes ages to fill in things. When I was finished I was frustrated that things hadn’t come out exactly as I wanted them to, because it certainly isn’t perfect, but now that some time has passed I can appreciate it. And OMG I love the pens!

And if you were wondering, it’s completely acceptable in my family to give nude portraits to each other.

My younger sister’s comment on this: “You are really good at drawing nude women…”

Me: “Or maybe I just really hate drawing clothes and try to avoid it at all cost…”

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