It has been a quiet but busy few weeks for me, while the neighbours have continued to try and destroy each other with post winter blues I have lost myself, back into the world of sketching and fotoshop.
I was asked some time ago if I would Illustrate a book for a local poet, aka Judas Rose, though I replied, '' of course!'' I could not have known the journey that his work was to take me, nor how soon the manuscript was to arrive at my door.
When it did I found his work was not of the short and harmonious poetry that I had heard him recite at the local 'open mic' nite at the local arts centre, instead, I found darkness, sadness and misery, I found a person that was lost, alone, in mourning and of such morose nature that I knew I would have to read the words over and over again, not so much in to find illustrations (there was much within to work from) instead, to find an understanding of the abstract nature of his words.
I started out reading and re-reading the work, over and over again, jotting down images that appeared along the way, finally, I realised that none, or at least few of the images I had drawn had little to do with what the work was all about, I put it to bed for a couple of days and returned with a new direction, the emotions of the work rather than the words. His work took me on my own journey, a journey into my own past miseries and shame, of pain and regret, fortunately I was able to revisit old wounds and return intact with only limited emotional damage.
The work is now complete and collected, with only one image left to draw, I was able to put together 22 images that I felt fully represented his work, he was happy and now, I sit, with fingers crossed for him, that his publisher is able to match the images with the work,to see all of the images, click the following link.
Lithium Clockwork manuscript sketches first draft
I was asked some time ago if I would Illustrate a book for a local poet, aka Judas Rose, though I replied, '' of course!'' I could not have known the journey that his work was to take me, nor how soon the manuscript was to arrive at my door.
When it did I found his work was not of the short and harmonious poetry that I had heard him recite at the local 'open mic' nite at the local arts centre, instead, I found darkness, sadness and misery, I found a person that was lost, alone, in mourning and of such morose nature that I knew I would have to read the words over and over again, not so much in to find illustrations (there was much within to work from) instead, to find an understanding of the abstract nature of his words.
I started out reading and re-reading the work, over and over again, jotting down images that appeared along the way, finally, I realised that none, or at least few of the images I had drawn had little to do with what the work was all about, I put it to bed for a couple of days and returned with a new direction, the emotions of the work rather than the words. His work took me on my own journey, a journey into my own past miseries and shame, of pain and regret, fortunately I was able to revisit old wounds and return intact with only limited emotional damage.
The work is now complete and collected, with only one image left to draw, I was able to put together 22 images that I felt fully represented his work, he was happy and now, I sit, with fingers crossed for him, that his publisher is able to match the images with the work,to see all of the images, click the following link.
Lithium Clockwork manuscript sketches first draft
