I'll likely put up some others in the near future, and maybe someday I'll get around to developing the world of Klinker some more.
Saturday, 8 September 2012
Klinker the ugly Goblin.
Came up with Klinker and his Goblin relations a couple of years back. Here's Klinker and Grubgould, the sergeant at arms of Goblin town who, remains somewhat sympathetic to Klinker and his ungobliness.
Friday, 3 August 2012
Someplace in Nova Scotia.
Yes yes I know! I'm drifting back into my usual illustrative style, must look to remedy this and get back on track.
Sunday, 29 July 2012
Bookworms Lament.
I look upon the shelves before me,
Standing monoliths of brimming pages,
A patchwork quilt of human thought,
This veritable cacophony of print,
A record of the printed page,
With little or nothing to say.
A few rare diamonds glimmer,
works that transcend the ages,
Truths recited from abstract thought,
Poetry of the ageless soul,
A testament to our potential,
Gibberish to the popular profanity.
Sacred once those pages seemed,
Inviolate bastion of our human art,
Pages that writ the human soul,
Now a decaying testament of mimicry,
Regurgitated thoughts of borrowing minds,
Observational doctrine borne from others.
What will we pass along the way,
Paper scraps for they who backwards look,
Who shall wonder what we were,
What glimpses shall these pages tell,
Greatness turned to dust betwixt covers,
Windblown into nothingness.
Daniel J. Holloway.
deHoleweia; 2012.
Standing monoliths of brimming pages,
A patchwork quilt of human thought,
This veritable cacophony of print,
A record of the printed page,
With little or nothing to say.
A few rare diamonds glimmer,
works that transcend the ages,
Truths recited from abstract thought,
Poetry of the ageless soul,
A testament to our potential,
Gibberish to the popular profanity.
Sacred once those pages seemed,
Inviolate bastion of our human art,
Pages that writ the human soul,
Now a decaying testament of mimicry,
Regurgitated thoughts of borrowing minds,
Observational doctrine borne from others.
What will we pass along the way,
Paper scraps for they who backwards look,
Who shall wonder what we were,
What glimpses shall these pages tell,
Greatness turned to dust betwixt covers,
Windblown into nothingness.
Daniel J. Holloway.
deHoleweia; 2012.
Sunday, 15 July 2012
Saturday, 7 July 2012
Hummin' Drummin' chug'a'luggin' at the Laundromat
With our washer on the fritz, it seemed only fitting to utilize my time creatively during a trip to the local laundromat.
Sunday, 24 June 2012
Thursday, 21 June 2012
Friday, 15 June 2012
Another of Peggy's Cove
Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia.
Sketched with Micron pen and coloured with Derwent Inktense pencils using Tim Holtz packaged waterpen.
Sketched with Micron pen and coloured with Derwent Inktense pencils using Tim Holtz packaged waterpen.
Thursday, 14 June 2012
Peggy's Cove
A view of Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia.
My first 'fuck it' effort, trying to let go of that over critical inner voice and just 'do.'
Contemplation
Whilst contemplating recently the particular nature of the mental and creative blocks that hold me back, it occurred to me that the problem may be a simplistic oversight that seems to affect others with a creative disposition. This being the tendency to overthink, to indulge overmuch in that self-sustained self-criticism that results in a potentially spectacular concept remaining as a barely etched scribble within the pages of my ever increasing pile of sketchbooks and journals.
To combat this rather annoying quirk in my personality I've decided to say 'fuck it' and stop scrutinizing my work to an impossible standard that only helps to hinder my progress in an artistic capacity. To celebrate such a shift in my approach I shall start posting my 'fuck it' efforts since it appears that people do actually seem to like them.
It will be interesting to see how this develops as I apply myself without a care to the end result.
So let's say it again for good measure yes, 'fuck it.'
Saturday, 7 January 2012
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