Entangled. The word made me think of hair. Lots of hair. Lots of hair in a snarly mess. My hair in a snarly mess. Hair. Hairhairhair. So I began with hair.
I sketched a form with hair flowing up and beyond, snaking into the branches of a tree, and then I stopped. Too literal.
Flipped to another blank page and got lost. This hair was not entangled. It was flowing smooth, in a breeze, over an ocean. A lost thought. A memory. An entanglement in a romance lost in time.
And it was just a tiny sketch. But now I see it in color. And color it must be.
Another piece to a growing pile.
Look at this, this could be entangled too!...
Ink on stained paper. 4"x6"
Detail. (I like this little dude.)
So this is my first official post for Illustration Friday. (Hi! I'm a newbie to this Friday thing.) But I actually created this second piece a few weeks ago for IF's unbalanced and never got a chance to post it (due to a stressful week with an extremely ill cat).
How fitting that something unbalanced can be entangled too.