2014 was a year of drawing. It was a fucking good year.
Drawing has always been the backbone of what I do and what I love about doing what I do. It’s both a nostalgic experience and a highly connected one that reaches deep into my child-man-brain and draws out whatever nonsense seems to be lingering. I feel the most Graeme when I’m doodling, and though I have the rough patches where I seem to have completely forgotten how to hold a pencil, I return to my sketchbook every day to remind myself why I’m here in the first place.
I’ve recently discovered a large format scanner at my local library and I’ll be scanning some full spreads of my sketchbook soon. My first trial turned out some ugly scans that had to be destroyed forever.
A couple years ago I was a contributing artist on Substrata. Along with my fellow Substratians, I developed a personal fantasy-fable which kind of stuck with me. There are elements of this story that I had intended to present during the contribution period of Substrata, but life and work derailed my progress. So I spent a year thinking about this little world I’d created, and I’ve finally had a chance to open it up again. Over the next while, I’ll be redesigning and revisiting this work (if for no other reason than self-improvement), and presenting some brand new work to further the story.