When I was younger, I had to wear a Milwaukee brace. The name sounds fun because “Milwaukee” is involved in a lot of neat things, including beer, but this was not fun. Though it did a variety of things to me, the relevant-to-this-post thing is that it did not allow me to look down. It held my head up and forward and it took a lot of getting used to. With each step, I felt like I was going to fall off the edge of whatever I was standing on, even if what I was standing on had no edges – didn’t matter. Thus, I became afraid of heights. Walking on ground was frightening enough…walking on anything elevated was a nightmare. Thankfully, the elementary school I attended was kind enough to give me a key to the elevator so I could completely avoid the stairs.
So here is my translation of Illustration Friday’s “Heights”:
Yikes. It’s evening my time, but it’s still Sunday! Woo!
So, trying to decide what to post today, I figured I would give you this:
It’s from my Sketchbook Project “Encyclopedia of It“. After looking through the book, people will realize the title doesn’t make one damn bit of sense, but neither do I and while I’m hopelessly scattered, disorganized, and generally ridiculous, I still have a semi-sense of humor. This is called “Tyrannosaurus Sex” – as if I had to tell anyone that!
Oh to have a huge rack and tiny, tiny arms…
As soon as I saw the word for the week, my mind took a trip backwards to around early 2000. I was living in Pittsburgh at the time and I frequented this coffeehouse called “The Beehive” on East Carson. A door or so down from the Beehive was a store called “Slackers” and in front of that store and the Beehive is where Shades hung out. Shades was this tallish, peach-skinned, lanky kid (probably around my age, but still “kid”) who had a buzz cut, wore black t-shirts and a black trench coat. And…shades. I wanted to draw him but because I don’t remember every feature of his face, I felt I couldn’t do it. I’m certain that, 12 years later, my mind has filled in his features with various features of the many, many people I’ve met since. Still, he was an interesting cat.
I decided to do a self portrait with a favorite pair of shades. They look awful on me, unless I’m playing with ways to wear them rather than wearing them as they were intended to be worn (my face shape is just…odd).
When drawing the drawing on the lenses of the drawing (dig?) I sorta felt like the Matrix! Yes? Yes.
Woo! Since I attempted (several times) to draw something for last week’s “Popularity” theme and couldn’t get it right, I was determined to draw something this week. The word was “Fluid”. I yanked this idea out of the hoard in my brain.
Did drawing this make me crazy, frustrated, and want to set it on fire, you ask? Why yes, yes it did. It has been hurled into the “Doodle File” for misbehaving…