because i can't do anything chronologically, here is #week4 of the #52weekartchallenge: .
~a personified toy~
yes i realise that's a bit of a stretch, but let me explain!
my grandfather turned 90 this week, and he is amazing.
he trained to be a pilot before the war ... and hasn't flown since. well, this is about to change! my 90yo granddad is soon to be airborne again, so i thought I'd draw him this week. .
the drawing was the picture on the voucher we gave him as a gift 😆
So for the first week's challenge... An item of clothing. Picking out one piece of clothing was like picking out the perfect date night outfit. Always the little black dress. Always. #52weekartchallenge#januarty2018#LBD#ink
People have often asked about the subject matter that I draw.
Everything I put on paper is alive in my mind. I draw what I see when I close my eyes, when I dream. My head is the most fun and most terrifying place I know. But it's the only place in the world where I know without a shadow of a doubt I won't be judged.
My perceived negativity comes from years of abuse, bullying, and neglect. My way of thinking is all that's kept me alive this long. It's actually not negativity at all, it's the treatment I've come to expect from people, I keep myself safe first and foremost because people keep proving to me that they cannot be trusted.
A poem and doodle for Manchester.
Depths of pain, will they ever feel the same?
Where is the colour in this sick twisted game?
Where is the love? In whose name?
Beautiful pink balloons showered with dark, black rain.
Where is the love? What was there to gain?
Humanity..now shrieking with pain.
Is there any hope? Will things ever be the same?
Where is all the colour in this dark, black rain?
Pink balloons, beautiful tunes, innocent youths, brought together in unity..
Excited sons and daughters, devoted fathers and mothers,
The love the joy the colour... all was there, so plain to see.. then....The heartbroken cries,
Goodbyes to innocent eyes.. There's no true prize,
when the colour dies
Colour only comes when there's true love and empathy
Sun shines through the darkness of repressed insanity
One spark of colour can bring hope to humanity
Light in the darkness, strength in love. Infinity.
An innocent angel, heard singing, 'All of Me',
'Don't stop believing', bringing solidarity.
The strength of love and light. 'Compassion. Empathy.
Tireless self-sacrifice. Profound unity.' Depths of pain, things will never be the same,
But there is colour in each one of their beautiful names
There is colour in the darkness that can help to heal the pain
Of the pink balloons, showered with dark, black rain.
This week was week 3 of a #52weekartchallenge and the topic was something 'colourful'. The deep pain those people must be feeling :( 💔