This is a creature I've been working on, I call him "The Warn". He is about 47ft tall, and comes to smaller towns at night time in the winter months, and feeds on memories. His visits are often called "Warnings".
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Last weekend I went to a punk show in Downtown San Jose. People started thrashing around forming a mosh pit of sorts (as they do at these things), and in my attempt to move out of the way I got thrown back and hit my head on the concrete. I lost consciousness and wound up in the hospital. All in all, I am lucky to walk away with a simple concussion, some mild side effects, and a good story.
I don't remember much of what happened, but I wanted to record the images and feelings I could remember after hitting my head. I mean, how often do you get an opportunity like this? These are the results.
As I was working on these I found that my head ache was coming back, I was getting dizzy, and an overall feeling of panic was setting in. It was fascinating, and I'm glad I thought to record these feelings.
(These drawings were the ones to end my current Sketch Journal, I'll be doing a post on that sometime soon.)