While I was working on this illustration I couldn't help but sadden that very occasionally do you see a glimpse of curiosity on people's faces in everyday life, that sudden spark in one's eyes not cluttered in apathy, tiredness, and boredom.
How often do catch it in an adult on, let's say, a Thursday?
I made a version of this illustration a while ago and didn't really like it. Today I remembered it and was thinking about what I'd change all this time. I was eager to come home sooner to update the girl. So here she is:
I bought a thick and heavy illustration book/ catalog from 1989 in a half-priced book store recently. I didn't even go through half of the work that's featured there yet, but what I did do though is picked up a sharpie and post-its and started going through pages, marking certain features: styles, strokes, themes, color palettes, etc. for future reference (Since it's more of a magazine than an actual book I felt like a can vandalize it a bit).
I was on my way to Chicago, going through Indiana fields and flipping through pages, and even though the 80s fleur was overwhelming in the book I was more and more falling into the noir realm. Maybe, it's that couple of noir-ish illustrations I saw while flipping the book and the fact that I wanted to do something in this style for awhile or just the overall sense of old illustration got to me, but I was determined to make at least a small noir illustration with all its drama and pathos...
These musicians are extremely fun to make! I was making a guitar player today while in the car until my laptop battery died, so I had to add final touches at home.
I also updated my drummer! I plan to do a couple more to have a small band, but for now I’m in a need of a little sleep!
Dear women of the present,
I wish you equal wages, the possibility to choose and do whatever you think is important to you, and respect from men, other women and, most importantly, yourself!
Dear women of the past,