Two Pictures and The Archives: Empty Space

I did it. I made illustrations for not one, but two poems, one of which you haven't read before. I've been bored, see. I had/have a youth religion camp going on yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and we had a lot of free time the past two days. Thank goodness I brought my sketchbook. Right now I'm at home on a little break before a barbecue and a movie and a dance party. We're watching Forever Strong, and if you haven't seen it, you're missing out. It's an incredible movie. For reals.

First thing, I have the line art for my illustration poem, Summer Blooms. I got quite a lot of attention at the camp, but I have to say, it wasn't the best thing to be drawing at a religion camp, especially at the early stages where the breasts and other private areas aren't covered yet. I put fake little undies on my drawings just for that reason. o////////o It's loosely inspired by this image.

Those things on the left are supposed to be garlic. And she's wearing spankies under that skirt, thankyouverymuch.

I don't have the guts or the time to color it yet, so I'm just going to leave it in the computer for a while, probably. I might do a few studies before I go for broke, and I'll probably do a pre-color with my graphics tablet. But all in all I'm very happy with how it came out.

Now, for the poem. I wrote this a few years ago on a whim, then edited it once or twice to improve the rhythm and rhyme scheme.

Empty Space

I am full of empty space
My body seems a solid place.
Yet my mind’s full of emptiness
The size of which I cannot guess.

When I look into my face,
It’s hard to see that empty space.
My hands so thin, my limbs so tall,
How is it I have space at all?

To some it seems like such a waste;
“Why don’t we use this empty space?”
Then science says without a doubt,
“We cannot fill the spaces out.”

It is a fact that I must face:
I am full of empty space
And science says, I do not doubt,
“We’ll never fill the spaces out.”

I am full of empty space
And fullness is a hopeless case.
The thought of this makes me feel small...

Am I nothing, after all?

I drew a picture for this poem, too (ignore her hands, please). This one's inspired by Evan Dahm's Bottle Woman, from the webcomic Order of Tales.