Going Back in Time + A Valentine's Day Cringe (Patreon)

This was from a time in my life when I wasn't doing great. About myself or about the world. I felt like I was a burden, I felt like my life wasn't going anywhere and that it didn't really matter anyways because the earth is rotting away and people suck. I was getting drunk every night and high every day. I was just an exister. A lot of my art from this time reflects this attitude. Scribbly Scratchy "who cares" lines that kind of hint at a vague idea.

Anyways. With that in mind, when I saw this drawing, I figured I'd help my old self out. Interpret this drawing. Give it some form. Make it look like the idea mattered. 

I liked the combination of the flower, the guy observing and the weird face on the ground. 

I decided to go a little more abstract with the face on the ground. Turning it into a kind of fleshy puddle with eyes floating in it. 

I did some thumbnail sketches. 

I think the fleshy pool idea will come across more clearly when I paint it.  

I liked the last one for its atmosphere and composition. It had the best flesh to eye ratio too. so I did a more comprehensive drawing of it.

I even added a little mouth to this version. I think I'll mash some clay into this shape and put it out in the grass to get a feel for how the shadows and stuff would be. I have a fake flower I'm using as reference for that. 

This is one of my possible submissions for the "revisit" prompt this month, where we revisit an old artwork from our past. Submissions are March 5th.

I'll share the other idea I'm working with tomorrow.

Happy February 14th Everybody

Happy Valentine's Day. 

I had a girlfriend named Terra when I was in 7th grade. She gave me this big old gift bag in front of the lockers in the hall on Valentine's Day. 

There were chocolates and like a teddy bear holding a heart that said "I love you," probably a  bunch of sweethearts, those candy's that say like "be mine" and "you rock." For some reason I remember a huge heart balloon being involved. That could be just my imagination embellishing it, but it was that type of gift. The Valentine's gifts that draw attention. It was impossible to not notice it. 

So it seemed everyone her down to my locker to watch me open it and see what kind of spectacle I had planned for her. Because clearly we had planned this, from their point of view.

So about a thousand 7th graders (it was probably 6 but at that age 6 is a thousand) watched me pull out the chocolates, read her card, unravel the layers of her care only to then realize...I had gotten her nothing. 

How was I supposed to know it was valentines day? I was probably as red as the valentines bag. I was so embarrassed I could have crawled into the bag and just waited for the day to end. Or for my life to end.

I improvised. I took off my Casio digital track watch. It was well worn and labeled "men's track watch."  I sprayed a little axe body spray on it (to give it my scent) and gave it to her. As if I had put a lot of thought into this moment.

I said "happy valentines day."

She was clearly let down but was sweet and said "thank you" 

and I said...

 "don't mention it."

Don't mention it. So dumb. 

I still get dumb chills when I remember this moment every Valentines Day. 

Happy valentines day. Don't mention it.

Have fun

Goodnight Sweeties