The Wild Canadian Teenager. . .

Two WIPs I’m currently working on in my large Moleskin.
The first one started out as vent art and I’ve sort of just been adding too it slowly ever since I started it two days ago.
The second one I don’t see much hope in finishing, but you never know. : P

My Deviantart

There’s not enough shark love going around, here, have some.

Pencil in a large Moleskin sketchbook.

My Deviantart.

Coloured ball point pen sketches in my small Moleskin.

My Deviantart

I was kind of upset at the time and I drew this just really quickly on GIMP and I liked the way it was turning out so I made a traditional version of it.

http://toastinajar.tumblr.com/tagged/shiiiiiit

I didn’t have a colour scheme in mind when I started I just kind of went at it and that made me realize the colour I find that most embodies anger and rage is pink. Bright freaking pink.

I believe that the original is more intense than this new one because I painted this one after the fact when i wasn’t in that mood anymore so it doesn’t quite capture the feeling like the GIMP doddle does.

This is a watercolour painting I did about a week ago in response to a dream I had that kind of freaked me out.

I think what made me have the dream was that day I was moving branches from the backyard into the back of a truck and I got a bunch of little nicks and cuts on my arms.

Later that night I dreamed I was in this warehouse type place and I fell holding an exact o-knife and it cut my wrist in 3 perfectly fitting together lines. My forearm was also scraped up for some reason but I pulled my hoodie sleeve over it and walked through the college here cradling my arm and you could see the blood soaking through the fabric but no one would help me. It was like I wasn’t there at all or they couldn’t hear me.

Next thing I know is I’m at home and I’m afraid to move the sleeve because I think the caked blood might have stuck the fabric to my arm and I don’t want to pull it apart. I keep going up to my mom and asking for help and for her to bring me to the hospital in the tiniest most quiet voice but even though I was standing right in front of her she couldn’t hear or see me. This goes on for what felt like hours until finally I was standing staring at the bloody sleeve in my head thinking I want to pull it off. There is a mental struggle on whether or not to pull it off until in a burst of anger I just yank it down as hard as I can and there is nothing there… then I wake up.

Little mixed media piece I just finished. Total time spent on it would be around 5 hours.

I’s a mixture of water colour, pencil crayons, ball point pen, and all the pink is liquid ink pen that I used while the paper was wet.

All in all I’m happy with how this turned out since I was convinced until the end that it was a train wreck. O_O

Another quick GIMP sketch. OuO

Quick sketch in GIMP to pass the time…

Check out my sweet laptop touch pad skills. XI

Little drawing in one of my sketchbooks of a dancer. :P

I titled this “In The Shadow Of The City”, I started it months ago maybe in about November or early December of 2010 and forgot about it when I left high school.

I left it unfinished as the first image and picked it up again a few days ago. I’m really happy with how well this turned out.

I changed the figures face slightly because it no longer appealed to me.

I kind of made this as a response to the first time I really had to start thinking about my future and having to eventually move to Vancouver which greatly intimidates me being from a small town, thus in the shadow of the city.