Skin and Bones

SKIN AND BONES

A sketch derived from conversations with a poet/artist on love.

- loving someone's bones 

The idea that the skeleton is taking skin from the girl and that she is taking bones from the skeleton. The things they each individually don't have. And that they can become one person/whole through this exchange.

Treehouse

TREEHOUSE

Illustrations for a poem by Daniel Arco

I'm going to build a treehouse, a treehouse out of dreams

There I'll stay and I'll live

What will remain to live

I'll share my address with David and Sally from school

It will be a paper with an arrow endlessly pointing up

I'm going to live so high up a tree the sky will be my ceiling

And when I look down I'll fell no fear but glee

Because the clouds will be stepping stones and the ground I'll step on.

And I'll hang my clothes on the stars

When I need to be chased I'll tease

And the wind will come chasing after me

When I'm tired and restless and in need of good sleep

The moon will be sleeping right next to me

The rain will be fair and make a deal with the sun

to dry and strengthen the wood

And if I can then I will

I'll move with my new home

slightly higher and higher

And from up there when I look down below

All I will see is time vanishing and turning into smoke

Time will never catch up to me

and no matter when it will be...

If it's when I'm 8. 18 or 80

I will die young

The years will bring different Winters and Springs

And I'll make up the headlines

and I'll turn them into silver linings

But for now

I'm going to nail some boards down

And I'll start building in my sleep

Man

MAN

"I used to think the worst thing in life is to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with someone who makes you feel all alone" - Robin Williams

Abstract People

ABSTRACT PEOPLE

Drawings created by looking at subject for up to one minute and not looking down at the paper.

Sitting Woman

SITTING WOMAN 

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

I know that I shall meet my fate   
Somewhere among the clouds above;   
Those that I fight I do not hate   
Those that I guard I do not love;   
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,   
No likely end could bring them loss   
Or leave them happier than before.   
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,   
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight   
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;   
I balanced all, brought all to mind,   
The years to come seemed waste of breath,   
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

Isle of Lewis, Outer Hebrides, Callanish Stones

ISLE OF LEWIS

charcoal sketches drawn on a stay on The Isle of Lewis in Scotland's Outer Hebrides 2015. 

Callanish Stones 

Callanish Stones

Callanish Stones

The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance

THE UNEXPECTED VIRTUE OF IGNORANCE

"You always do that! You mistake admiration for love"

“what kind of a revolution is it that just throws out big words that working class people can’t understand?...That’s what I believe, and that’s why I ask questions. Am I right, or what?” (p235).

Factions

FACTIONS

Why do you have all four factions (tattooed) on your back?
Because I don't want to be just one thing. I want to be kind, selfless, brave and honest and smart.

Dickens

DICKENS

You have not learnt to control your passions. You are too unruly. We will have to begin again and this time you will learn.

What is beauty? A destroyer.

What is happiness? Deception

What is love? Death.

(Great Expectations)