sea.thumb.

meh.... this might not make the cut. Maybe I should have just left it floating in my sketchbook half done last year.

Goddess.Thumb. (finished)

and the Goddess is complete! Halo 'n all! She's going to be appearing allover the city very soon....

The.Queen.of.Thumbs. (finished)

and she's done. done. done done done DONE!

wet.thumb.

This one... oh this one... I consider this one to be a giant pain in the ass. A true test of my patience (that, in my opinion, I badly failed). I had it all planned out in my head, but I was too eager and sloppy and ended up obsessing and doubting and getting frustrated because it wasn't quite how I had planned it. So I did another one - one that swore would be *perfect* - it's coming soon, too (here's a peek at the work in progress) - just finishing it up as I post this. Then after looking back at this first sloppy one, I realized that I like it more, in a way, than the second "improved" one. Anyways, now I have two..

The.Queen.of.the.Thumbs.(WIP_stage.1.)

This is barely at stage 1, still. Literally just raised it up from its grave this week. It was sitting in my sketchbook messily scribbled in on a bad drawing day - one of those when my hand and head are seemingly in two separate universes and, despite desperate flitterings and twiddlings of the frequency dials, I just can't seem to hit that one frequency that I otherwise comfortably coast on - sometimes, often, in good times, downright blaze on.... So, I abandoned it last spring, pretty much a year back from now, crusty and pissed that I "ruined" it by getting too skitchysketchy spazzaloid on it. But, now, with fresh eyes, I'm thinking this has some promise, perhaps, afterall. I reminded myself of what I always find myself telling my son, Sy, when he gets upset in the middle of drawing when things don't go his way and declares angrily "I ruined it!" - I always tell him there's no such thing as ruining something. Don't get so misguided into the paranoid thought of your drawing being unforgiving. That paranoia is a crutch. Remember, it's YOUR creation - you do as you please with it. YOU are in command. You can never ruin a drawing, you can only steer it in a different direction than originally charted. Just make something of it. No such thing as mistakes in expression, because expression is ultimately organic.
So now I'm telling myself that - just as I tell Sy.
My goal then, was to celebrate Thumbs in a beautiful art nouveau style that has always deeply tickled me. I've been admiring and adoring the art nouveau style ever since I chose to do an essay on in for Mr. Franklin's (or was it Ms McGivney's?) grade 11 art class in high school. That's when I discovered art nouveau and instantly fell in love. All these years, I've been too spazzy to push myself hard enough to sit in one place for hours and practice and hone the intricacies of the art nouveau style. Plainly, I've been part insecure, part impatient. My style is literally spazz sketching. Just quick, rough, wild. So it does not gel too well with such a clean and perfectionistic style as art nouveau. Yet I know it's in me. And now is the time to hone it! I've rushed this one already, but deliberately slowing myself down now. I want to freehand all of it, but scanned it in for analysis and better digitally aided geometric plotting bleep-bloop-blip. Also, blocking in areas of dark to see if that, infact, is where I want dark...My main circle in the center is off a touch, but I don't mind. Last night I walked out in the pouring rain to buy a much needed professional compass. It's getting serious now. I have a compass!
Stay tuned for stage two. I am NOT rushing this one!

goddess.thumb.(w.i.p.)

work in progress ...to be continued

inspired by and dedicated to iNK.

tethered.thumb.

it's.all.the.same.thumb.

well, it is, isn't it?

dangling.thumb.

sitting.thumb.

This one sat quietly in my sketchbook, forgotten, last year. Maybe I should, instead, call it forgotten.thumb.

I remember being inspired by an earlier cover of Toronto's local Now magazine

something about that pose that caught me and resonated in me...meh...

hung.thumb.

after a year without a scanner, I finally bought one and am able to publish a properly scanned version of my Hung Thumb from last year before I broke my collarbone and stopped drawing for 3 months... more scans coming soon.

xmas.thumb.2012

This year's annual instalment of the ever so festive xmas thumb.
Fa. dam. la. la. damn. la. (Ah, I'm not feelin it this year, damn it).

hung.thumb.

This is the last thumb I drew just days before I broke my collarbone. Haven't drawn much since. In a way, this pretty much summed up what I did not know I was about to go through in the next few months. a buttload of hanging in there.... and my scanner is no longer compatible with my new OS. yay.

spring.fever.

swirly.

it's a doodle/meh.

twisted. thumb.

first thumb of 2012. a rusty start.

Mystic Thumb

This thumb is a gift for my dear friend, Laura. Happy Birthday, Laura!

xmas.thumb.colour.sticker.

ultra-zazzle-dazzle-special Xmas colour edition sticker!

xmas.thumb.

another one for Fecal Face - and one for the xmas season, in general - for this week's theme 'tis the season.

idle thumb

dedicated to my Mom - because she's always well-manicured! (though, she's not idle at all - that's a whole different side of the story!)

Szabadság.Thumb.

This most recent piece is for my street art - currently being placed in various spots in the city of Budapest, Hungary. It is a loving omage to my home city and its famous Liberty statue (Szabadság Szobor) that stands proudly on top of Gellért Hill.

The Dance of the Sugar Thumb Fairies

Inspired by the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy from the famous ballet, The Nutcracker. For holiday season.

nailed.

I whipped this up this morning to enter into the Free Friday's contest at fecalface.com for this week's theme, "Medical Emergencies".

VINUM.VENEMUS.

After managing to purchase 4 consecutive bad bottles of wine somehow, this is the image I kept seeing in my mind. No more wine, thanks, but no thanks!

bad.thumb.

VINUM.VENEMUS label doodle

I just realized I hate the word 'doodle'. I've been trying to right my wrong all day.

band.of.thumbs.

this is a quicky messy rough sketch of a special request that my father had made this evening. "Draw a gypsy band made of thumbs!" he had said to me. So I did. I hope to do a nice finished clean version of this mess in the next few days.

thumb in the hole.

Hours and hours of scritchy scratching that hole out. I abused that poor sheet of paper. and wore down my pen. nib change!

birdbrain. thumbs.

thumbs.in.the.boudoir. (in progress)

I got impatient with this one. still in progress. plus Sy spat soda allover it and I lost it on him (hence the previous "sorry thumb" posting - I ended up just investing today's drawing time into that, instead). ...now I feel guilty returning to this.

sorry. thumb.

black ink, graphite and a lot of pathetic cowardice on paper.
*dedicated to all the people I've ever lost my shit on. especially in the past 72 hrs (sorry, baby boy).

thumb.disaster.

this one just went all wrong. hence, the disaster.
really, it was supposed to be about making a decision as one would remove a bandage that's been on a wound for too long: just rip it off. but then I got distracted and veered off track. oh well..

Death by Eraser.

I'm all too conscious of the overuse of my eraser. it's the death of my fanspazztikness.

thumbtemplation.

just a quick sketchy doodle today. well, yesterday. just posting today. blah, whatever. I'm crusty today.

THUMBATRON.

He's so massive that his name's gotta be ALL CAPS.

this one was one of those sitters - sat on the kitchen table with many mini visits between other thumb drawings. I kept getting distracted by stupid things, plus I got caught trying too hard and lost the spark. then I added the key and cranked it. out came the thumbprint. at first a bad black smudge. Corrected by being completely blacked out. Then reborn with a thumb dipped in a smear of white from a perfectly sealed, unopened til now pack of gauche tubes that I had bought about 8 years ago in Toronto and brought over with us to Budapest. I opened it finally to make one single white thumb print.

thumb. prints.

My thumb was black with ink for a few days after this one.

smoking.thumb.

maybe it's finished, maybe it's not. maybe I'll go back in and add some more shading where possibly needed. all I know is that after 3 hours of non-stop drawing, I'm cross-eyed dunn for the day. well, not really, but I have to stop because I promised Sy I will cook him some stuffed peppers today.

mama. thumb.

Sy said to me during one of our weekend drawing sessions: "draw a big fat mother thumb!"
so I did.

when great minds meet.

"aw, damn... and I thought I was the only one with great ideas..."

pickled. thumb.

preserved and numb. she is the pickled thumb.

waiter! there's a thumb in my soup!

scribbled out at our fave Asian fast food joint in Budapest while eating hot n sour soup.

prostitute.thumb.

Hey sailor, I'll like you if you like me.

thumb.missed.the.boat.

doodled while Sy ate his Szechuan chicken at Tao, Budapest - OCT.26.2011 - 18:00-ish
*the boat lines are super retarded. i know. hence, this shall always remain just a doodle. (plus it's tiny)

angry. thumb.

bad day.

thumb.pusher.

push it, baby... just push it.

thumb.sore.

sumthin. outta. nuthin. stew.

first.born.thumbs.

These guys were the first thumbs. Born October 23 2011.