My wife recently reconnected over Zoom with a colleague whom she hadn’t seen for over 30 years. She mentioned that I paint on an iPad, and he expressed curiosity. So she caught an animated screenshot, and I spent 1 hour, 48 minutes in Sketch Club trying to render his image using a total of 5,644 brush strokes (Brush – 3,295; Blur – 37; Eraser – 54; Sketchy, my favorite tool – 264; and Smudge – 1994) on 2 layers with 78 undos. I’d say I came pretty close to capturing his expressive essence. Close enough for me. I’ve mentioned it before, when you spend time with someone’s features, you get to know them in a different sort of way. It might be that I get to know and maybe even broaden a certain empathetic part of me. Not completely sure.
I couldn’t help seeing a video earlier today of the Taliban using cranes to hang people in public. Good grief! I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like having a “religion” like that. The sight of it nauseated me; and I wanted to paint all of it but the hanging corpse. I figured I’d decide what I was going to substitute for the dead body once I had finished everything else. The poison sign came to mind, so I went with it. I didn’t want to think too much about it. Anything but a dead body. What am I missing?
Something about this video of Molly Tuttle playing an old Martin guitar caught my eye, and I felt the urge to play along. I wish I could have played along with a guitar, but it was easier to sneak a screenshot and use it as a reference for some iPad playing in Sketch Club with a sharpening tweak in iColorama. Check out the video below.
I did this one in December of 2020, but I decided not to post it on this illustroblog. However, now that we’re witnessing a few examples of people who, when they did have plenty of breath to spare, bloviated on and on about their absolute certainty that science, masks, election results, slavery and so forth were all hoaxes. A few of them – on their death beds – are now using their last breaths to help their fellow cult members wake the f*ck up before it’s too late. Meanwhile, the well-funded Stupidity and Extinction Campaign has raised more money than ever before!
Over the years I’ve come to take “differences” seriously. I take “complexity” seriously too, which makes sense…to me at least. At the same time, I’ve noticed that there are those who fear or even hate “differences” as well as “complexity.” I prefer conversations with them to be either already short or ultimately shortened.