These illustrations were created on the base of one word, also known as INKTOBER. Here are a few of the ones created with Procreate in 2020. Words: Teeth, RIP, Blade, Rodent, Slippery.
Signed with Universal Music, the norwegian pop/rapper-duo KeSera reached out in need for a design for their single “Nikotin”, which is in short about how ones love can be as addicting as nicotine. The cloudy smoke shapes a feminine face to go along with the lyrics and the meaning of the song.
Hockey is my favorite sport. I love everything about it, the speed, the roughness, the team spirit, the community, and yes, the smell. Call me crazy (shit at least you’re callin’ -Drake). So with my love for the game, you can imagine my joy when a hockey club asked me to both redo/vectorize and come up with suggestions for their team logo. I was ecstatic.
When you catch yourself daydreaming, looking all lost and far away. The way someone makes you feel, how they are unreachable at times, and so all you can do is dream about them. Drool about them.
Do they even know..
Living the dream, huh.. Well, dreams change and take time to become 100% fulfilled. I lived my dream, I lived in the place I had always dreamt of living, having a life there and great friends, speaking the language every day. I was there, working, making tiny bits of money, staying hungry both for food and success. Todays advice: don’t give up, you’ll be full one day.
Growing up , money was never wasted, but very well spent if any was left. My mother had bought a new bright red lipstick. I wanted to look like her, as nice, with red lips. Being as little as I was, the concept of lipstick wasn’t very familiar, other than making momma look extra nice. Little did I know, I ate it. Mommas brand new red lipstick, the little shit of a child ate it. I ruined mommas lipstick, the one she had probably saved up to buy, I still feel bad decades later. This illustration is called “SORRY MOM”, for this exact reason.
Bushwick. Walking in, sitting down at the bar smiling and saying “A soup and a salad, please and thank you”. The bartender smiles back at you, pours you a Bud Heavy draft and a well tequila shot, because he knows you are tequila and not whiskey. “That will be 5 bucks, please”. You slide over a $10 bill and leave a couple as a tip, but also leave the rest laying on the bar just a bit closer to you, because both you and the bartender know, that this isn’t the last one you’ll have tonight.
Welcome to 101 Wilson and the soup n salad lifestyle.
When it gets dark and hard to see
So dark that no one sees that we are actually around