This is an artsy mini project I embarked myself a couple of weeks ago. I made a digital painting and wrote a short story. They are independent of each other but share the same seed, the title of music album: Night Driving Avenger. Hope you like it.
Night Driving Avenger
I painted this on my iPad Pro with the app Autodesk Sketchbook. With all its flaws I’m pretty happy with how it turned out 🙂
Eden of the sands
The car lights were on, projecting her shadow over the sand. She walked back circling around the opened door and sat at the driver’s seat. She opened the glove compartment and took out an old and battered notebook. With a sigh, the woman leaned back on her seat and opened the journal. “It’s finally over.” Her words came out in a murmur that expressed sadness more than anything else. She closed the door and started driving back home. She was crying. The window was open and her tears were flying to the sides of her face due to the wind that was coming through. She had spent the last couple of months on a personal mission that was supposed to bring her relief. Instead she felt nothing but sadness.
She drove through the wasteland. Home wasn’t far from there. Nothing really was. The last vestiges of her species had gotten confined to a small piece of land where growing vegetables was still possible. Scavengers roamed the sands of the desert that surrounded their Eden, but none of them was going too far. That would be a death sentence.
Back home she had a little house. One that not too long ago had been shared with a person that filled her life with joy and happiness. A person that made the difficulties of her life bearable. But that person was gone and it would never be back.
Her car emerged from behind a dune finally reaching the border of the liveable land. As she advanced the terrain changed. The sand became more compact. Darker. Fertile. She quickly reached one of the outposts. The community had increased security after what had happened. No one from the exterior was welcomed anymore. Everyone had to go through exhaustive screenings and security checks. No guns, knives or weapons of any kind where allowed inside the community. She got out of the car. Her light hair shone under the powerful lights of the outer rim. One of the guards came to her and took her to the side. She had to go through a full check up. She would be check for weapons and later would be examined by a doctor. Any sign of infection and she would be sent back to the wasteland. Her car would go through an exhaustive inspection too. Seats and any other detachable parts would be removed. Every single inch of the car would be scanned in search of explosives and hidden weapons.
She walked with the guard into the security cabin. Inside another guard was seating behind a desk. He quickly got up. “If you are wearing any weapons, please leave them over that table.” said the guard. “And you need to remove all your clothes, I will call a female guard for your examination if you want.” She looked at him. He was a young boy, maybe 20 or 22. She noticed that he looked nervous. Maybe the first time he had to examine a woman? “No need, let’s get over with this, alright? Just do your job.” The guard nodded but still looking a bit uncomfortable. She removed a knife from the interior side of her left boot. She was also carrying a gun on a holster below her right arm. An old twenty two that had been in her family for long and that she hadn’t used once. She checked the safety and left the hardware over the table. Only then she proceeded to remove her clothes. She folded everything carefully and left it over the table next to the weaponry. There was a small podium at the center of the room, the guard told her to step on it. The security check went on without incidents. She had nothing to hide. “I will call the doctor ok? Your weapons will be deposited at the vault and you can collect them whenever you leave town.” He disappeared through a door carrying her knife and the twenty two.
The doctor came in an instant later. She was a woman in her sixties, blonde hair and a little overweight. A smile crossed the doctor’s face as soon as she saw the woman over the podium. “I’m so glad to see you again Alice, Bruce and I were very worried after you left… you said nothing and after losing Alex… we thought, I mean, we want you to be safe and help you get your life going again.” The concerned felt real. She knew it was. Having someone that cares for you is comforting but that could not change the last two months of her life. It couldn’t change Alex’s death. Neither it could erase what had come after. She tried to be nice to the doctor during the examination and she promise to go visit soon, maybe stay for dinner. But the truth is that she didn’t want to do any of that. Since she had lost Alex she had focused on her mission. It was her escape. Her way of not confronting a harsh reality. But now that the mission was over she felt dead inside.
She went back to pick up her car. The guy at the security post gave her clearance to go inside Eden but not before recommending her to be careful with her car. “Don’t know what you run over with that thing and honestly, I don’t wanna know, but you should clean and repair that car before it falls apart… you’ve got lots of bumps in the front…” She said nothing, got inside the car and start driving home.
Eden was nice. Nicer than the desert at least. Alice was glad to see greenery again. Some more weeks in the desert and she could have lost her mind completely. The town was composed of wooden houses, all of them with plenty of land around them. The houses were simple and functional. They’ve managed to have running water and electricity. The survivors of Eden couldn’t ask for much more than that. The new generations had grown in that environment, they had never known the old days of prosperity and richness before everything went to hell. The inhabitants of Eden tried to keep everything as integrated with nature as possible. There was no place for asphalt or concrete in there. After all it looked like some lessons had been learnt.
It was late and the streets were mostly deserted. That worked for her, she didn’t want to speak to anyone. She opened the window and let the wind blew his hair. It was humid and there was a hint of soil and grass in the air. It was so different in there. She’d missed it. Alice parked the car at the drive-in of her house. Everything looked exactly as she left it, surely her neighbors had kept an eye while she was away. She entered the house and walked to the kitchen. She filled a bottle with tap water and walked up the stairs. It was well past midnight and she didn’t have any energy left on her.
Nightmares woke her up not longer after she went to bed. Her heart was pounding and she couldn’t catch her breath. She tried to go back to sleep but the images of the victims kept coming when she closed her eyes. And Alex, she could not stop seeing Alex’s face beaten up, covered in blood. She hadn’t been able to save her partner and had reacted with rage and anger, becoming someone she had never been. She felt the need to ask for forgiveness. If someone could understand her it would be Alex. She put on a t-shirt and shorts and went down the stairs. Left the house through the main door and came around to the backyard. The first morning light started to shine in the horizon. She walked fast, holding herself. She knew if she didn’t do that she would just fall apart. The pain was too much for her to bear. The feeling that her life was over didn’t let her breath. She looked up trying to locate Alex’s tomb. She fell to her knees in front of it and tears started to run down her cheeks. Grass and flowers had started grown while she was away. Alex’s body had given birth to new life, being the fertilizer that the soil needed. The pain and sorrow that she felt started to vanish as the sun came out of the horizon.
Yo! So here we are again. I had a very intense and busy start of the year but still – kinda – managed to accomplish my goals for the first quarter of the year. Let’s review them:
- Write: I wanted to write 2 posts a month and I – almost – did it. I’ve been working on other stuff but I’m happy with what I’ve done. I wrote about my thoughts on this blog, my goals, creative design, god or whatever and Inktober/Wordtober.
- Get married: Yuuuuuuup!! And not once but twice (and one more coming xD). Aneesha and I got married on 3rd January at the Indian Consulate in Dubai and between February 14 and 16 we had our hindu wedding in Mumbai. It all went really well and it was an amazing experience for various reasons (like getting together people from all over the world).
- Make and publish 3 Chai & Churro: done. Here, here and here. I’m really happy with how C&C is going. Still struggling with consistency in the art but I have a pretty streamlined process now with my iPad. I will talk more about this on the goals for the next 3 months.
- Lose some weight: I somehow managed to lose 3 kg (91 to 88). And last week I even got down to 86.9, TEN KILOS less than when I started making changes in my diet (September 2018). Food happened over the weekend and I’m back to 88 but I’m happy with the progress.
Very happy with how things have gone. I’m also very happy that I got the chance to visit Japan, something that I thought I would never do and now I feel in the position to confirm it: yes, it’s paradise.
For the next quarter I don’t have much in my mind. It’s an extension of what I’ve done in the first quarter with some tweaks. Let’s check the list:
- Write but different: I might write something for the blog (I have a couple of ideas) but I would like to work on creative writing. I have a little something prepared that I will post soon and I want to keep exploring this path. We’ll see.
- Chai & Churro: Well, C&C is now a bi-weekly comic strip and it has a Facebook page and an Instagram account. I have found the workflow that makes it work for me. I could be more ambitious and do it weekly but it wouldn’t leave me with enough time for things like the next point.
- Improve my drawing skills: This is a work in progress and it will never end but I want to take it seriously. I want to improve in key areas for creating expressive characters (hands, eyes, faces…) and improve the art as a whole. The consistency of my drawings it’s a problem (each Chai & Churro looks fricking different) but I hope to improve on that too.
- Study: I hate studying. I’m lazy and I get easily distracted buy in my line of work is indispensable. I will focus on front-end web coding and UX as that is what appeals to me the most and where I think my – immediate professional – future lays.
- Be there for my people: All these goals are very cool but they don’t matter if I’m not a good husband, brother, son and brother. I want to improve as a person as much as I want to improve on the things I like to do. This is always priority number one but is good to remind it to oneself from time to time.
Well, that’s it… not much more to say. I guess we’ll talk in July, until then peace, love & Periphery IV.
Have you ever heard of Inktober? No? Well, Inktober is a challenge that has gained some traction over the years. It was started in 2009 by illustrator Jake Parker and it consists in making an ink drawing every day of the month of October. Participants share their work with the community – Twitter, Instagram, etc. – and interact with each other. Not only you can see amazing art, you can also see people encouraging their peers in what seems to be a pretty healthy environment.
The event has grown over time and it is now quite popular. And that has given birth to parallel challenges like Wordtober, in which I participated last year. In Wordtober the objective is to write a tweet-long story using the daily prompt as a starting point. It was a really fun and positive experience. The time, topic and length limitations boost your creativity. There’s no time for second guessing, you have to use your instincts. No place for unnecessary words either, you have to get to the point. Aneesha – who also participated – defined the process as word vomit. Writing without thinking it twice once. Maybe it is like that but I surely was doing a lot of thinking before everything “clicked”.
Based on my experience last year, I think anyone with some interest in any art form should find the Xtober that fits their interest. It’s not only a great training tool, it’s also a ton of fun.