bigger IS better

I think I'm in love with working with large images now.
My lamp so far, not full size of course.

Lamps and Screens

Hit a block and can't bring myself to pay attention to the drawings I should be working on. So I decided to draw my lamp. I also decided to try and draw big. It's 2000x2600 and it amazes me that that translates into only 6x8 inches. I'm not sure how professionals can stand to work even bigger than this. I saw an illustration by someone today with the original width (or maybe it was height?) of 7000.

But I suppose I won't mind sitting around for extended periods to work on giant works once I get a flat screen monitor. I'll be able to tolerate sitting up for much longer because my neck (which already gets recurring pains because of an injury last year) and shoulders won't tire out from me looking up all the damn time because this current manila behemoth of a monitor is so INMAHFACE. Literally. It's not even a foot away. I can only view about the bottom half comfortably. It's also so old that occasionally the screen will get this pink or blue (or both) tinge to it and I've also noticed the display changes its position and size every other time I turn on the comp. Needless to say it makes me paranoid that any day now my screen will be kaput.

Back to toying with my lamp.

wip 4

I'm improving!

a box

I'm laying down watching tv. The others are outside. I don't know all their names, only my brother's, but they are all familiar. Sense of danger. I get up and go outside. They tell me to look at the sky. It's so clear you can see the milky way. There are masses of stars surrounded by pale clouds. It's strange and abnormal. They tell me they saw something flying. I look but it's not there. The feeling of urgency. Something wants to attack us. Something will attack us. An animal? Something else? I tell everyone to come back inside. Most do so, some linger. I start locking the entrances to the house. Finally I tell the stranglers to come in. One man asks if some women can come in. I don't recognize them, ask who they are. They're basically whores. I let them in, wonder if it was a good decision. It's raining, there is thunder, but there are no clouds. I don't go out to see why. Finally I lock the last door, it was troublesome. I go make sure my brother is safe. He is. I go to the kitchen and ask a woman where the secret entrance is as I can't remember. She starts looking for it. We find it, it's strangely blocked? Or just altered. Feeling of urgency. We run to another another room. Another girl joins us. I don't know her very well. We come across many small pieces that look like small plastic or glass coffins? with the image of a man. They're not connected. They have wires coming from the bottom pieces and keyhole like openings within. Some glow red. Some don't glow at all. We start trying to connect the pieces. I struggle. The girls figure it out. We connect the pieces. Suddenly some glow blue and a cabinet door opens on the far left of the room. I rush over and look inside. There are many small objects and containers that look antique and maybe valuable. I recognize one as a jewelry box my father gave me. I ignore it. It's not the one I seek. Feeling of urgency and relief. I pick a box up. It's a dull golden color with patterns around its body. On one side is an elephant's head and shoulders and what seems to be a man, maybe a chair? Before I can remove the lid I have a sudden splitting headache on the left, front side. I try to fight it. Must fight it. Can't fight it. Everything disappears. I wake up, fully awake. The headache is gone. The dream lingers. I can't fall asleep. I draw and write what I can remember. What was in the box?