Drawing III: "FOUND"

When I was cleaning out my room, I found one of the CDs I used to listen to almost everyday, one that made me envision different scenarios everytime I listened to it. This time when listening to my favorite song, I started to form a story about a guy and a girl that met during a zombie apocalypse and even through all the trauma and chaos surrounding them, managed to fall in love and endure everything happening until the bitter end. I illustrated what I saw and formatted it to be a CD booklet for the actual song.

part of a Ross shopping cart after it got blasted by a train. Found by my house, splattered across the tracks. It made me wonder if the conductor had even really seen the cart on the tracks before he hit it so I drew the object itself but without actually looking at the paper until it was too late. Damage done. The color was such a beautiful vibrant blue when I found it, it seemed like the cart was left bleeding it's beautiful blue all over the tracks. I tried to mimic the cart bleeding by bleeding the color in the drawing.

Bottle cap I discovered in-between an oddly ritualistic circle of plastic deer. I hope I didn't steal their offering. It made me think of how some people say toys come to life when you turn your back and freeze when you try to watch them. I envisioned the circle of deer coming to life and worshipping some strange relic. Now that I'm watching they have frozen and will stay like this for as long as someone is looking.

Same bottle cap, I just think it looks better in color.

Pocket-watch found under my porch, cleaned it up. Still works. Someone must have left it. When holding this object it made me think about who held it before me, who they were, who gave it to them, what it meant to them, how they lost it. Since I found it under the house I thought possibly it had belonged to one of the former residents. I thought of who possibly owned it and their emotions and memories attached to this simple watch and drew what I thought might have happened.

caution tape I found tied around a sign on my street.

Two guitar picks found one in the grass and the other in the dirt. It seemed a shame to let perfectly good picks go to waste so I decided to play and record a song using the picks I found then take a few of my own picks and scatter them about the city so others could find them and use them to play their own songs whatever they be and perhaps unbeknownst to the finder, pass on a little bit of myself into their music.

Ancient-looking rusty tin can I hesitated in picking up somewhere in the woods. Held it in two fingers all the way home for fear of diseases. Possibly a hobo's. Since at least once a week you ask us to take a project on a date, I started to view this object as if it were a person. I felt as though this found object had the most character of all the objects gathered so I went the next step and gave it a life. It's an old and rusted can, used up and dried out. It made me think of a weathered old cowboy or vagabond eating food out of a tin, and what kind of person they were. I wanted to capture the tin's essence and personality into a portrait.