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An abstract interpretation of a request by 
, the theme being "Memories".
This is the sum total of about 2 hours of honesty and frustratation.
This is me and a pencil.
This is me and everything that I drew when I couldn't draw anything else.
This is everything I figured out how to draw from a young age, by sitting with a pencil and a piece of notebook paper, when I'd draw the same thing over and over and over again, because I thought stars were cool, Tie Fighters were expendable, and M.C. Escher was an art-god.
These are the things I draw that I'm afraid of, because when you learn how to draw cobras, you get over your fear of them--(but never entirely)
These are the cobwebs of my memories, spun by spiders that are still hiding in the corners of my mind.
These are the fears of what was, of what may be, of what might have been, and will never come to pass.
These are the things that nurses saw me drawing when I was hosptialized as a young boy, barely able to breathe.
These are the lies I told myself, and sometimes others if they were lucky. I lie with the truth.
This is the language that I created, that I spoke and understood if I only spoke to myself.
I am great and poor.
I am full and empty.
I love. I lose.
I am clark kent and superman.
I am strong and limp.
I am two, I am the one.
I am an artist.
I am a dreamer.
This is my memory.
As signed, Steve Townsley.
Artist note: I colored this using a difference filter on a layer....all the colors I used I had to find by selecting an inverse color opposite, spectrum-wise...it's an interesting challenge.
, the theme being "Memories".This is the sum total of about 2 hours of honesty and frustratation.
This is me and a pencil.
This is me and everything that I drew when I couldn't draw anything else.
This is everything I figured out how to draw from a young age, by sitting with a pencil and a piece of notebook paper, when I'd draw the same thing over and over and over again, because I thought stars were cool, Tie Fighters were expendable, and M.C. Escher was an art-god.
These are the things I draw that I'm afraid of, because when you learn how to draw cobras, you get over your fear of them--(but never entirely)
These are the cobwebs of my memories, spun by spiders that are still hiding in the corners of my mind.
These are the fears of what was, of what may be, of what might have been, and will never come to pass.
These are the things that nurses saw me drawing when I was hosptialized as a young boy, barely able to breathe.
These are the lies I told myself, and sometimes others if they were lucky. I lie with the truth.
This is the language that I created, that I spoke and understood if I only spoke to myself.
I am great and poor.
I am full and empty.
I love. I lose.
I am clark kent and superman.
I am strong and limp.
I am two, I am the one.
I am an artist.
I am a dreamer.
This is my memory.
As signed, Steve Townsley.
Artist note: I colored this using a difference filter on a layer....all the colors I used I had to find by selecting an inverse color opposite, spectrum-wise...it's an interesting challenge.
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Woah... it's a map..!
I found this by accident, while searching for something else random... how odd.
Makes me want to try this... and not, all at the same time. Perhaps I will in spite of it.
I found this by accident, while searching for something else random... how odd.
Makes me want to try this... and not, all at the same time. Perhaps I will in spite of it.