So, I wrote something rather horrible today and if you’d really like to see me at my worst, maybe you’d like to give it a read.
Oh, and it’s not here, no, no, I wouldn’t do that to do my little baby. Sorry, my blog. Shit, stop fantasizing you idiotic narcissist. Yeah, so back to the point, here is the link, “The art of how not to write.”
Commitments. Sounds simple, right?
For example, when I thought of writing this post, I simply made a little mental note that I’m only going to upload the inktober image (Yeah! I’m sketching again). But you know, it’s me, the ostentatious narcissist. I simply can’t stop showing off. So instead of two sketches, you will end up getting another attempt at horrible writing.
The last inktober sketch that I did was the day seventeen of the challenge. Today is day twenty-eight. Looking one month back, I was so excited about inktober. I was like a little boy who got his first bike and then shit happened. As it always does.
Initally, two weeks were brilliant. I developed a rhythm, a style. In one post, I ended up writing a poem, a little prose, a sketch, all of them linked in a nice coherent way. And look at me now.
I’m trying to run away from so many things. My excuse? I can’t do so many things in one go. I need to slow down. Fuck.
Alright. I can feel it. This is going to become another rant of cynical cry baby who just can’t stay happy.
Alright, professionally I might not be happy and that’s a big might. I realised something today, with my personal life, I’m content. Isn’t that enough? I feel unbelievably happy when I don’t think of my ambitious professional commitments. When I focus on the personal aspect of my life, I only feel bliss. And I’m not exaggerating. I know the meaning of the word, “Bliss.”
Fuck, I digressed again. And I say I’m focused. Idiot.
Commitments. So, Inktober. One pen and ink sketch. The entire month of October. Thirty-one sketches seem quite simple. I’ve drawn more in one day for god sake.
What I forgot to keep in mind was one little fact. I’m an impulsive artist (Hello, more than thirty-one sketches in one day). All was going good. We passed the half way mark and I got the dreaded artist’s block. Yes, it is a thing. Not only writers get writer’s block. I can write thousand introspective words about that alone but let’s skip the shenanigans.
One of the well tested way to overcome your artist’s block is to try another medium. God, I don’t know why I waited almost two weeks to do that. So, I’ve worked a lot with archival ink but I always shyed away from the simplest tool. A ball pen. Yup.
The pen we all doddle with. I used artist quality pen but I have always ignored a ball pen. Can you fucking believe it?
So, ball pen. And let me tell you this, drawing portraits with a ball pen isn’t as simple as it sounds. I tried one and the end result was rather horrible. But that worked perfect to the theme of “Climb.” After all it was a little climb with the ball pen (I use prompts in rather peculiar way). One sketch in and we were off to the prompt “Fall.”
OK, let me find a clever way to use it. Second sketch, a ball pen and finally we have a sketch that can be labelled as the one that saved me of my fall from grace.
Shit. I’m too pretentious. OK. Forget about my horrible attempt to be clever and just enjoy the sketch. I did.
** Via Daily Prompt: Prefer
Imagine this. A sixteen year old boy. An industrial area and the clock striking fifteen past midnight. No, I am not trying to make you imagine a bad horror movie or thriller movie. That scene was quite common in my teenage years.
There isn’t a point into going into details. At least this post isn’t dedicated to that. A sixteen year old unloading a truck filled to brim with twenty-five kilogram cartos is a quite common sight in India. There isn’t anything special or unique about it. And before you wonder, yes, those two words are different. Ahh, fuck. I just can’t stop showing off, can I? This idiotic rant, well not a rant today, is meant to be my respect for Metal. Yup, we are going there.
So, fifteen past midnight. Twenty-five kilogram cartons and, I’m having trouble remembering the number but I guess they used to be seventy in a fully loaded truck. Now, I am sixteen at that time and I am and I was a bright kid when it came to academics (I’m one of those who generally tops the class, but again that isn’t the point). I had my final exams next day. I was in tenth standard at that time and in India, 10th standard used to be a very big deal. Used to be. I can make it poetic, after all I do know how to write poetry, but that’d be just a pathetic excuse.
The official Inktober prompt for today was “Swift,” and I had no intention of drawing a portrait of a stupid pop star by that name. So what else can swift imply, what about a quick sketch. So, here is a quick sketch done in twenty, maybe twenty-five minutes.
Ahh, the eyes. The windows to the soul. And maybe the most popular inspiration for poets. Hey, don’t look at me like that (It wasn’t a pathetic attempt at adding all the prompts). I can tell you atleast one hundred poem about eyes from well known poets.
If you were expecting my daily post full of rants, you can find the latest one here, “Nerdvana Revisited.”
Looking for more pen and ink sketches? You can find them in the gallery.
Check out the entries into official Inktober 2017 here: Inktober 2017 Entries
Browse through all the drawings at Sketches by Nitesh in the gallery: Gallery
Well, here I am, with six original sketches, drawing, art work or whatever blows your whistle. Well, five of them are done using pen and ink, my self-proclaimed specialty, and one using color pencils. I guess I still struggle a bit when it comes to working with colors. Hmm, maybe I’ should start working more with them. Oh, and one of these is a very quick sketch, you’ll know which one. I was really pressed for time.
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