Ok, before I get into this, I’ll let you roll your eyes at the “A Ritual in Two Parts” title.
Did you get over it yet?
So a bad habit of mine (I think it’s a good habit, really) is that I end up writing noisy, dark ambient warbling madness for my project, Occlude, only to discard it a few days later after I listen to it and realize it’s derivative crap. My first release, “The Sun Speaks Ill of You”, is pretty close to being finished. I just need to fucking finish the damn thing.
But either way, I made this for some songs I was working on. You know, and then I killed them, so now they’ll never happen. The sad part is that I really like this artwork. I may end up still using this art for something somewhere down the road someday, just with better type (and a better god damn title, because seriously, what was I thinking).
Something I’m currently toiling over while I work on a vast slew of other things. One thing I’ve noticed about much of my work is not only the lack of real variety, but my non-usage of reference materials. In tandem with that, I think there’s a lot more than I can do that I’m not doing currently. Basically, it’s about time I start pushing myself further with each piece and raise the bar, so to speak
This is a drawing from a while ago that I just found lying around on my harddrive in an unnamed folder. I was working on a tattoo for a friend of mine in the UK. My first attempt he wasn’t feeling, and so before taking a second stab at another sketch, I sort of went to town here. At the time, I had only slept about 2 hours and was feeling incredibly manic while trying to remain awake so as not to completely destroy my sleep cycle.
I seem to remember at one point uttering a few times “whispers on tongues from mouths unknown”.
And with that being said, I think it’s about time I get me a fucking therapist.