Sketchbook post

Boredom is sometimes the mother of interesting things (or naked ladies)

Catnapping

My adorable kitty cat being the perfect model

Medusa

Freeform experiment.

Bad influence

So a friend of mine introduced me to Dark Souls, and it turned to be ridiculously inspirational. I won't ever play it, as I don't own a ps3 and more importantly, I suck at video games, but I'll surely look up some more art.
(click for larger picture!)

My heart

Not literally, of course. What began as a sketch to practice swirly patterns (I do not like patterns, not to design them myself at least. Unruly things, patterns) grew into a art-schoolish experimental pen-picture.
It's not very visible, but the lines and writing, which is deliberately near-unreadable, depict the major veins of the heart. I think 'aorta', left on top, is still readable.

Art Nouveau with a twist

Since I am an avid fan of both Art Nouveau (Mucha! ) and animal corpses a joining of those two was inevitable, right? It certainly did lead to this picture, which borrows both from my creepy imagination and the art nouveau movement.

The flowers, which do not seem awfully appropriate in this picture, are poppies and deadly nightshade (belladonna). I fear though the belladonna is only visible in close up, and even then just barely. These flowers are actually very appropriate, as they symbolize death.

Which is exactly what the main monster is. A kind of walking corps-ey, ghoul-ey thing. In my head (where everything is possible, mind you) it's kind of an exploding fur-ball, as shown on the left bottom of the sketchpage. I.e. it has only fur when it needs it, shedding it when hunting or eating and "exploding in fur" when cold.

Also, last but not least: pen drawing! :)

I'm not there, I did not die

Possibly one of the most beautiful poems on death, in my opinion. The rhythm is catchy and the content quite meaningful.  I hope you can read my handwriting (I'm fully aware it's quite cramped and not too straight), but otherwise you can read it here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_stand_at_my_grave_and_weep
I could write loads about how I lost people and how I like the symbolism, but really, I think most people can relate to this poem in their own way. I just want to share it.
(something else with the same theme is the song "Ren Lenny Ren" by Acda en de Munnik (http://youtu.be/gSoYPzr7FSk, which is, unfortunately for foreign readers, in Dutch)

Fade out

Look, someone who's looking like he's supposed to look!
And no, he doesn't even exist. Why is it that imaginary people are so much harder to get right than those who do walk, breathe and multiply?
This ballpoint-pen sketch is probably the only right sketch I have of my character Will. So memorize it, you won't be seeing it soon again. ;)

The Necromancer in Black

I love this guy. Honestly. He's a fantasy book character, the anti-hero, and I find him extremely likable. Along with his brother Horst, who definitely deserved a bigger and better part.
I'm talking about "Johannes Cabal the Necromancer" by Jonathan Howard, for all those people who haven't read the book and don't have the faintest idea what I'm talking about. To everyone who loves his share of witty fantasy novels I really recommend this book.
And now about the drawing: it's Johannes Cabal, the necromancer (if that wasn't clear already), done in ink and watercolors as a substitute for ink. Because, lesson learned, one shouldn't forget one's bottles of indian ink when traveling. This results in tedious work with technical pens and lots and lots of black watercolor used.
The result is very pleasing though.