daily sketchbook project – Page 4

This thing

The things with the dyed paper, the cut outs and torn edges, the outlining and the doodlings. The purple and orange thing that’s a little shiny in places. This thing here…

drifty

Drifty? Yeh, kinda… a change of pace from the manic snipping and sticking of the last few days! Inky drips and doodles, with over-squiggles in the latest fave tool: the dead biro!

a redder yesterday

Utilising the first batch of the new dyed paper for a variation on the previous day’s page, but much more reddy!

A page of plenty

Looking back and photographing yesterday’s page I can see quite how involved it was!

A crucial ingredient in the making of this page is insomnia. Extra long evenings are the best time for fiddly cutting, hole punching and sticking!

Being made up of so many papery layers the surface was pretty cushiony in places. This lends itself perfectly for biro doodling on. Some of this doodling was done with a biro that ran out ages ago, but didn’t get thrown out. The little circular indentations are made by the end of the lid.

Everything has a use in art!

Reds n Ripples

For quite a shiny page, the close up shots don’t do the colors real justice, but I’ve included them to show you the lumpy bumpy textures. I really like the way paper goes into ripples when it gets wet (glue-y), and on this page I’ve highlighted the waves – although not sure it came out in the pics.

So many, many layers

The page a day page/day parallel thing – they day resembles the page, the page resembles the day. Like the chicken and egg thing. Causality and whatnot.

This page went through so many incarnations.
Layer upon layer of indecisive confusion, unguided and unintentional.
Layers added, torn off, reglued on bits.
The page is quite dense and chunky now!

The day was complex, dense and chunky too 😉

Lime Green Swirls

a nothing nother monday

Monday was a nothingy day. A nother nothingy day.

I guess that was just on the surface, a mood, as my subconcious chose these deep sumptuous colors to illustrate Monday’s page. So there must have been more than nothing in there somewhere 😉

I hold my hands up. I have no knowledge of how these pages develop or from whence the imagery appears. I’m just the conduit; the vehicle.

Fragmented Binary

I’ve been playing over ideas of barcodes. Visually, I love their zebra-patterning. Here I’m toying with the aesthetic nonsense they produce when ‘broken’. The warm analogue fuzziness contrasted by the unforgivingly On/Off-ness of a digital world. The fragments of the binary decay merge into the familar, natural.