Here are three images I almost entirely forgot about until I rediscovered them yesterday night. These were all made on Texada Island, in the fantastic home of An, Oscar and Seneca. In one of the washrooms in this house—the quaint middle-floor one that gets lots of sun—there is a corner with a sketch pad and some art supplies; this ought to be a washroom standard. Allow me to explain why.
Halfway into July, I came down with a gastrointestinal ailment of undetermined origin; I suspect it had something to a dirty water bottle that had been sitting in the sun all day, and with my decision to drink from it after a long and exhausting horseback ride—a decision I will never make again.
In any case, as a result of my delirious state, I was blessed with three full days of nothing but uncomfortable sleep, and long trips to the washroom.
The following three pieces are a result of my washroom art-times, and are not for the faint of heart.
Drawing #1: What is it you hear?
Drawing #2: Untitled, with eyes and bow tie by Seneca :P
Drawing #3: Attempts at a horse
Note my artists’ signature on the last drawing… right next to the horse wearing glasses and a fake mustache.
Questions and concerns will be addressed in short order.