Lazy days

Progress from sketch to digital

Linocut Printing

All Sorts of Trees

Drawing trees has always intimidated me I don't know why! Anyway I decided to draw trees for a week or more as an exercise. Realistic ones and cartoonish ones.
Here's the Trees Series:
Some trees are blue

Some are pink and soft like cotton candy

Some are different and fun

Some are serious and real

Some trimed and round

Some trees hide in pots

And some are proudly naked

We are not polar opposites

We are not polar opposites

I'm not North and you're not south

We are not the opposite sides of a magnet,

nor Black and White

I'm a human and you are too 

of flesh, bones and thoughts

talk to me and mean no harm 

don't judge my words 

my stumbles and flaws

I see you there staring 

I feel your body warmth

I hear your voice clear as thunder

So c'mon stranger 

open up 

don't be one

be deep like the sea

I don't fancy shallow waters

I don't fear deep oceans

I don't want us to be polar opposites 

nor distant like North and South

Sarah

You were Peaceful, calm and quiet

you tricked us and hid your truth

we were blinded

coz our minds cannot understand 

that a home is not a home 

family is the enemy

and 33 years of suffering is beyond our comprehension

it all makes sense now 

one cannot be exhausted all the time for no reason

one cannot have teary eyes all the time for no reason

one cannot seek refugee in work and co-workers for no reason

the only consolation I see in all of this mess

is that you are in a better place

your 33 years of agony have come to an end

I pray your tears are wiped

your pain is gone

your smile wide and bright 

You weren't one of those who'd give up and surrender 

but your fight is over now 

close your eyes and sleep

till your bones are hurting no more 

rest with no nightmeres 

Rest in our minds and thoughts 

you have a home now
We are your home 

I pray for justice

I pray for justice

I pray for justice

for your murderer

for whoever brainwashed him

for whoever conspired to end your life

for whoever thought you are not worthy of living
for whoever justifies his action
for whoever spoke ill of you

for a society that planted and nourished this hatred.

To the Places We No longer Call Home

It won't be easy
when I try to explain how I feel
like that song about Argentina
my feelings for you are perplexed

I need you to know that
when I left I didn't think it's for good
even my goodbyes were short
like a season
but here I am
thousand miles away from you
not knowing when I'll see you again
and frankly I'm scared
coz things won't be the same again
you won't be a home
and I won't be a resident

I hear others talk about you
I hear about streets I used to wander in
my streets!
and it hurts to see
those streets are no longer mine


one by one
I'll forget
the names of the stations
the streets
and
the roads I knew by heart
I'll vaguely remember the taste of my favorite coffee
and my favorite place to eat
everyone I know has moved away
I'm scared that I'll be one of those who stand
on the left side of the escalator
maybe this also will change and I won't understand
the new system

when we'll meet again
you'll be the same glorious you
and I'll be a stranger
when we meet again
I'll cry
and you won't recognize me

Describe Blue

Blue is the time when I was overwhelmed and escaped to the nearest park
I cried behind my sunglasses while strangers passed by

I Apologize for my Tides

Humans of NY

As a fan of Humans of New York, I decided to draw/paint the stories or pictures that I like. Below are the first 10.

This was painted in bright fluorescent yellow poster color .but my scanner doesn't read fluorescent! 

On Becoming Mature

I no longer look for signs and proofs

Our matching initials do not mean we are distant to be together

Our parents made their choices 

and that's why we share the same figures

I am mature now and I know that my happy emotional dreams are not prophecies, yet dreams are my mind's unconscious way 

of thinking of you 

When I see you out of the blue, 

it doesn't mean I have occupied your thoughts too, 

but somehow our paths intertwined just to satisfy my wandering eyes

I now know when your name somehow pops in the texts I read it's because I have blocked every other thing  

It's all in my head 

The things I wish for do not happen just because I care too much nor because I could find bonding links between me and you 

I'm mature now and I know love doesn't come this way

I know now love is not for me and you