Bedtime Doodles, an Anatomy

Hello there. It's been a long time. I needed to take care of my health which meant spending some time away from the big shining rectangle. (I'm good now.)

Longer breaks from writing make it harder to get back on track. Thus, in the spirit of Sharing our unfinished, scrappy work, I wanted to break the ice and challenge myself a little bit, pet the tarantula. So no Disclaimers this time, just unfiltered, uncensored, unfinished, un-cropped, poorly and haphazardly captioned, terrible, awesome and awful bed time doodles! ...with an asterisk!

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Writing is Thinking and in consequence, what started just as a dump of images without any context ended up as a reflection on the Anatomy of late night doodles as well as how and why I draw at night. I'll do my best to keep this idiosyncratic, but useful, hopefully inspiring, or otherwise at least entertaining.

Anatomy (pathology) of a late-night doodle

Legenda

1. Most doodles are signed with date + ½ days. Reasons:

2. Sign with good night. Reasons:

3. References from drawing materials for or by children. Reasons:

4. A poorly drawn toad became a farting frog-otter hybrid.

I like her this way. I like not knowing where I'll end up when I start drawing, but even more -- I enjoy working within my own limitations and finding a way to turn them into something useful (MISS – Make It Stupid, Simple).

But something else was needed, a finer being,
More capable of mind, a sage, a ruler,
So Man Toad was born.
Metamorphoses, Book I, lines 76–78 (Ovid, trans. R. Humphries)

5. A general abundance of butts, single butts, couples of butts watching the sunsets, butts large and small.

The ontology of butts, the epistemology of butts, the butt-gnosis, the fact that you could add a tiny butt to a poorly drawn pear or toad, hear someone giggling and feel like maybe there's a parallel universe in which you met Kurt Vonnegut and he also giggled at your drawing, just before revealing that he's your long lost uncle and he desperately needs you to join him on his next adventure (because all of Kilgore Trout's books are in fact biographical).

Chaos: rudis indigestaque moles.
Chaos, a raw and undivided mass.
Metamorphoses, Book I, line 7 (trans. A. D. Melville)

6. Berserk-inspired reminder that drawings can also be misspelled, and that sometimes misspellings can be funny, if you have a 14 year old's brain.

7. Reflections on the nature of consciousness, the Essence of Peopling.

Good quality dream material.

Doodles (unfiltered, unpasteurised)


An example of a doodle talking back at me


A humble egg for these trying times


My favourite doodle from this list.


This Janusz (How to draw a Janusz) stamp ended up on some of the items I presented during a recent fashion exhibition in Porto. I'll post more on the exhibition next week, but here are two pictures from the prep (Temporada Janusz Stamp).


3 degrees of Squiggly Boy and prototype of a network connection indicator icon for Let's Hold Hands.


A Moomin drawn from memory.


Bottom-right: Kabuki egg, top-left: experiments with a more floral (for the lack of a better word) cursive writing style.


Doodles talking back at my partner. I want to draw more dwarves dressed as birds.


Calligraphy turned Death Stranding.


A study of an artist's study of a Rembrandt's landscape study (followed by a study of Will Smith).


A study of Jena Malone, with Polish spelling


A 3-eyed pirate


Inspired by El Sur (Jorge Luis Borges)


Team egg


Bushes inspired by the tile map editor in Godot Engine


Sketches of a game I was messing with: a co-op roguelike remake of Death Rally

How I draw at night

Why I draw at night

That's all for today, thanks for reading!

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a giant foot-shaped snail with a house on its back. the house is still in construction, with a big crane towering above it The image is a stylized black-and-white illustration. In the lower left corner, there is a small, cozy-looking house with smoke rising from its chimney. The smoke, however, does not dissipate into the air but instead forms a dark, looming cloud. Within the cloud, the silhouette of a large, menacing face is visible, with its eyes and nose peeking through the darkness. The creature, perhaps a cat, appears to be watching over the house ominously, creating a sense of foreboding or unease.