Saturday, May 31, 2014

Kvothe, son of Arliden

More drawing. The first is during the sketchwork. This is my interpretation of Kvothe, the main character of the bookseries The Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss. I guess I've kept them for myself for a while.. I just realized that is not fear.

Anyway, I think I'll try to draw Kvothe over again later and see if I'm satisfied with this look. And I liked the idea of young Adult Kvothe, so I made his hair a little longer, though within fashion of the Commonwealth. He is described as handsome, with a lean face and green eyes (color changes slightly in different moves) with a golden ring of fire around the pupils. His hair is described as fiery red.

Oh and even though he lost the coat he got from Fela, I decided that he suits forest green color and are likely to wear the color.

And here are some of the finished results. I had to play around a little with the colors.
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Thursday, May 29, 2014

Domhnall Gleeson Portrait

Domhnall is a favorite of mine lately. I decided to draw him, and actually finish the drawing for once.

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Not able to offer the original 6000x4000px, but here's a bigger one.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Tension

tension. as if waiting for something. tension as if expecting something. expecting is an ambitious way of saying hope; hope that colors will come. that emotions will flow. that the storm long awaited will succomb to me. that i will no longer long for that; of borrowing your eyes to see the old world as if perfectly new. love. let go.

jeg sitter med beina i kors. fugler synger. den gjenkjennelige lyden av sus i det fjerne. musikken fra anna karenina og løpende reklamer som forstyrrer det avslappende lydbildet. lytter jeg nøye kan jeg høre armbåndsuret mitt tikke. det er kjølig og en skulle tro at sulten snart stod for døren, med inviterende lyst til å bruke sansene. i nesa er det en tunell som du ikke ser, men som jeg føler. i nakken er det et stikk og en isende sensasjon. ikke smerte, bare følelsen av at jeg og mitt legeme er her akkurat nå. leppene mine er tørre. rundt meg er det mørkt og det skarpe lyset fra skjermen gjør meg bare søvning. jeg er omringet av bøker. tegnesaker. leppestift. jeg vurderer å dra teppe rundt meg, men gjør jeg det frykter jeg at jeg har gitt opp forsøket å gjøre noe nytt. jeg siterer poe og blir mer og mer gråtkvalt. jeg synger vocaler jeg antar at er russiske.

jeg finner en genser, det virker som en bedre idé en et stasjonært teppe. genseren er mobil. jeg skal reise meg men vet enda ikke hvilket valg jeg kommer til å ta. kanskje, hvis man skal tro the counselor og "the crossing" teorien, så har jeg allerede tatt mitt valg. “The world in which you seek to undo the mistakes that you make, is different from the world where the mistakes were made. You’re now at the crossing. And you want to choose, but there is no choosing. There’s only accepting. The choosing was done a long time ago.” ~ The Jefé (the counselor)

Waking mind and sleeping mind. ditt sovende sinn er klokere enn ditt slitte og lite oppmerksomme våkne sinn.

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Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Anna Karenina

I am a little spellbound over the fascinating newest filmatization of Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. They had a very original way of mixing stage with real locations. And changing scene before another scene had ended. New and refreshing. I'm very suprised I like it in fact. I'm not always a fan of tragic romance clichés like many women. I seldom find them detailed enough.

Gotta love Domhnall Gleeson in it. Compared to the other movie I've seen I liked his Kostia (Konstantin Levin) a lot more. Very much the tender and loving man he is supposed to be. And shy and hopelessly in love with Jekaterina (Kitty). Even Aaron Taylor-Johnson is all of a sudden visible. I love his portrayal of Aleksei Vronsky. Might actually start to like him for something else than Kick-ass now. Oh and.. Kiera Knightly; I used to dislike her acting actually, but after A Dangerous Method and now this she's growing on me. No denial, she was always beautiful tho.



Thursday, May 22, 2014

Interview with a ladybird



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Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Despite


"We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something dispite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect."



Monday, May 19, 2014

...can ever dissever my soul from the soul...


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.


I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.


And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.


The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.


But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;


For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea...

Sunday, May 18, 2014


Sunday, May 11, 2014

felt like updating

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Telling you that todays wakening was a wonderful experience would make me a liar. I feel soar for no particular reason. Must be the allergies... Atleast my spirit is top notch!

Okay. Weekend has been lovely - actually the whole week has been. Every evening we found time for another Harry Potter movie, and I kinda feel dumb for realizing it now - this late, that I'm a Harry Potter fan. A wee bit too late you say? I agree. I'm not less ashamed of it though.

Today I will read and draw something! I have loads of work in progress drawings I should finish, but I'll give something new a little try. It's always the most fun to see what forms on the blank sheet. When it comes to details I always get bored too quickly. I will soon be animating things aswell. And thinking of animation - Flash would be cool to have. I wonder if I will remember how it works. Anyway, weather sucks today - tea and reading will be my reward for tidying the house!

Sunday, May 4, 2014


Friday, May 2, 2014

may already




I got home last night/early morning at 4am after staying at my dads (my childhood home) since wedensday to clean out the entire house and pack the remains (which was a lot). My body aches and I basically scrubbed all the rooms of the house all by myself. Felt like a mayor hangover this morning after a night worth of blackout sleep. That was the last I will ever see of the house I spent my childhood in. It's kinda sad, but I cant feel it yet. Today my mom got back from the hospital again and we had a pleasant talk before I had less than an hour to find something suitable as a gift for a confirmant for tomorrow. 

Now it's blueberry time.