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.
