Happy Friday again and welcome to June!
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Happy Friday again and welcome to June!
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Greetings and Happy Friday! Have you ever felt like a toothless unknown? I know I have, so when I saw this toothless fellow, well he's missing one tooth, I had to draw him. He's another find from Instagram, this one came from the account of artsafricains.bakongo. Unfortunately there is no listed information about where or what tribe or anything, hence the "unknown" factor. If anyone out there can tell me anything about him, drop a comment below. I used a basic black ballpoint pen to sketch him out and finished with colored pencils.
This week's drawing is from a miniature carving (less than two inches tall) I did called "M-78". It's carved from a Hickory Nut husk and was part of a series I was working on called "Lo-Fi-Ga" which I have posted about many times before. I also wrote specifically about "M-78" back in August 2015 (ye gods has it really been almost six years?!). My fav quote from that post is:
Is he a secret agent? Is he a wrestler? Maybe a secret wrestler? He is marked and mysterious and blind.
My girlfriend Ieva thought a good name for him would be "MoonFace", so maybe that's what the "M" stands for. What do you think he might be?
Happy Friday. Keep smiling and don't let the bastards grind you down.
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I found this Ibibio mask on "afrikaria" and it is the third image in a collection of masks depicting disease and deformities. I will likely draw the other two masks sometime in the future as I find them all to be fascinating. My immediate response to this mask was "Acorn Head" and I intentionally exaggerated the shape of the top of the head to convey this. It also reminded me of a series of tiny carvings I worked on for a time called the "Lo-Fi Gods" that were carved from Hickory Nut Husks. Maybe I'll do a drawing from one of those next.
I've mentioned in the past that I sometimes struggle with my inner critic as I draw, but this week I tricked it by telling myself this was just going to be a "warm-up" drawing before I started the real thing. The critic was silent and I did my work. Truly, all art is just "practice"; a ritual of creation that exercises the soul. That inner critic is also the voice that tries to talk me out of going for a run or eating healthier food. This voice is not my friend.
See you next week.
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