Studio 2

Heather, Zach, and I made a small journey to another local creepy cemetery, my favorite! This cemetery is particularly cool because #1: It’s big. And by big, I mean HUGE. It sits on a really hilly area of town, so there are gravestones sticking out of the hillside, and along with the hills comes lots of hidden trails, valleys, and grottos with ancient, tangled trees and gravestones. It kind of makes me feel like I should be standing next to a sparkly vampire. Not really.

I found a really pretty area right off of the main driveway of where all of us were camping out. I wanted to draw this tree (you fucking hippie!!!!!!), because I thought the roots, and the little specks of lime green plant life coming out of them were really intriguing. How can something so delicate manage to attach itself to something so rigid, structured, and ultimately permanent? The lighting for this time of day was what caught my eye as well; as I was searching for this composition, it came to my attention that the sun was cutting directly through the middle of the cemetery. Interesting…I like it.

I just tried this NEW Brush Pen that I bought a little while ago. It’s got a synthetic tip, and you actually refill the pen with whatever kind of ink you want…I LOVE it! It’s like it is the long-lost happy medium companion to my other brush pens. It does what they can’t. They do things that it cannot. Another new addition to my pen family. <3

#2: It’s oooold. Ancient. If you hike back far enough, you can find cork trees that are so tangled up their roots look like piles of yarn. There’s a mausoleum so decrepit, that the cement siding is falling off to reveal the brick structure underneath, and there’s a tree growing out of the roof. How the tree got there is beyond me. How the tree managed to stay there, and continue to live attached to this small cement building, is also beyond me.

There’s something about the nature of these tired, fragile places that is attractive to me. What happened here? My imagination runs wild. Maybe this housed a once-wealthy family of this area, and their memorial was robbed for some kind of evil purpose. Maybe the last person that stood here by themselves got chills, and their hair stood on end, as if something passed through them.

Maybe a group of awesome, talented art students decided to picnic here instead. 🙂