Dream drawing

Dream drawing

Today, someone asked me if I still drew, and I told him “I try”. I realised that couldn’t be further from the truth. I haven’t sat down and completely finished a drawing in a about two years.

I used to draw often. I would be inspired by games I played, books I read, shows I watched, and things I saw in nature. I would create and draw pictures of characters I had invented–some from roleplaying, some from my own writing. Some things I drew would just be people who popped into my imagination: fairies, sprites, nymphs, outfits that I’d like to wear. I would always have a sketchbook with me.

For some reason, that changed. I stopped drawing frequently, only stopping to pick up my pencil once in awhile. I lost interest, apart from doodling on paper while taking notes at work or on place mats in restaurants.

This afternoon, well after the aforementioned question was asked of me, I took a little nap. Okay, I admit, that’s an understatement: it was a two and a half hour nap. During that time, I had a dream of relatively epic proportions. A man in his late twenties was given a gift of magical transformation, giving him the ability to become a superhero. He was navigating a politically corrupt landscape, with spies watching people’s movements and tapping wires to listen in on conversations. A young woman appeared, having witnessed the man’s heroics, and offered to be a spy for him as a double agent. Between the two of them, they were gathering followers to try and eradicate these political issues.

When I woke up, I was compelled to draw these two. I didn’t draw the man in his superhero suit (because, quite frankly, I’m not sure what it looked like), so here he is, extending a hand to the girl. They don’t have names yet.

The style is a bit more angular than what I usually draw, but I think I like it. Except his hand. Always need more practice with hands.

I’ve always worked to develop a style and I’ve never really had one of my own. I’m not sure I know how to begin developing one. As always, my artwork is a work in progress. I’m sure it always will be.

I have too many stories to tell. It seems like my subconcious helps me think of new ones, too. One day, I’ll get them all on paper in one way or another. I think this one would make a better comic than anything.

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