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The most insane things come alive when I have nothing better to do during the lunch break and happen to have some drawing tools nearby.

See, I was totally awestruck by Ex Machina movie. I still am. It is so gentle, and calm, and laconically beautiful, and aesthetic, and absolutely terrifying, and every frame of it is a masterpiece. It still gives me shivers because of its beauty. So, since I had a bunch of copic markers, one black liner, a bottle of white ink and a white pencil, this happened. I’m not sure she is Ava; she is my perception, my memory of Ava, with slightly wrong proportions and too shiny eyes.

I think of selling her or giving her as a gift to somebody. Because I still think that at some point she might turn her head and look at me.


Самые странные вещи появляются на свет, когда мне нечем больше заняться в обеденный перерыв, а в зоне прямой доступности есть что-то, чем можно рисовать.

Так случилось, что я до сих пор в немом восторге от фильма Ex Machina. Не ищите его в российском кинопрокате; это совсем свежая работа, которую у нас не покажут в кинотеатрах. Она отчасти предсказуема, нежна, спокойна, красива в своей лаконичной завершённости и совершенно ужасающа. Так ужасать может момент, когда вам в спину уже воткнули нож, а организм ещё не почувствовал боль. У меня до сих пор шерсть дыбом от того, как спокойна и обыденна была эта страшная красота; если фильм потом выйдет на дисках, купите обязательно — пока же его можно выцыганить исключительно «из-под полы». И, раз уж у меня была рядом кучка «копиков», рапидограф, белая тушь и белый карандаш (причём не для рисования, а для маникюра, чтобы вы понимали всю глубину моего дна)), случилось… вот это. Это даже не Эва из фильма, а, скорее, воспоминание о ней, с чуть искажёнными пропорциями и слишком сияющими глазами.

Думаю, мне стоит её продать или подарить кому-нибудь. Потому что меня до сих пор не отпускает ощущение, что она рано или поздно повернёт голову и встретится со мной взглядом.

A Gallery of Creatures: because what the Hell, I can do that.

Listen. Here’s what I’m doing.


I’ve [accidentally!] started this thing that I like to call “A Gallery of Creatures” (here I bow down before Johnny Hollow band, because their album “A Collection of Creatures” is one of the finest and weirdest things I’ve heard in my life). I might call it something else one day, who knows, but for the moment here it is called that way. It is a folder at my dA account — it just feels right to keep them there before I finish at least a couple more, so that would be enough for a separate gallery here.

I choose a colour. Blood red, dark gold, battered blue steel.
I choose a flower or a plant to develop the mirrored pattern.
I choose a song from my playlist to quote from.

But before all that, I choose a man. Someone you might know and like. Someone I certainly would love to paint. I might choose a woman one day, because God knows, there are women who are too beautiful to resist, but for now I stick to simpler forms with more angles than flowing curves, so… yes. A man. That can be an actor, a writer, a comedian — I’m afraid there’s quite a list of humans I do enjoy painting, really.

And then I mix that all together in one digital painting — well, at least I’ll try my best, because all my friends keep telling me they hate me with such tenderness in their eyes that I just can’t fail them.

As soon as it is finished, I put it in this gallery as a downloadable printable file with transparent background. Since it is fanart I enjoy doing, I have no profit from this (only keeping my mind off thinking my usual dark thoughts) — and I shall not have any. I also will be very sad and upset if any of you use them to gain money. This fanart is free and non-commercial. You are free to download it and print it on a tee, or apply as an avatar/background on your blog, or use it in any way you like, if you don’t SELL it. You don’t even need to credit me (unless you do want to make me smile using the #OneDocToPaintThemAll tag on twitter))).

This idea and this art was born free; keep them that way.

— .doc

Take a vacation, they said. You’ll have some rest, they said.

Yeah. That sounds more like me.

P.S.: There are also the videos of processing some of these images at livestream — looks like I’ve had some excessive energy left after the Eisbrecher show…)))

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‘LORELEI’ in words and images.

It happens on the 5th of Apri—
Wait, it’s already 6th.
It’s Moscow, half past midnight, the wind is freezing, but most people who still linger near the club don’t feel that. Some help themselves to drink something that might — eh, let’s put it this way, — ignite your inner fire. Some just feel nice because they had a chance to hug and share their gratitude and excitement with the guys who rocked this night like a bloody hurricane.

The guys in question are the Eisbrecher band.

“I’ve listened to your band”, I babble as I happen to be in front of Jürgen the Guitarist. “And blimey, you sing so well — you always play guitar — I had no idea you could sing so well!..”
“Neither had I”, he replies, grinning.
And that’s pretty much the way everyone of them behaves. Jürgen Plangger (see above)), Achim Färber (the suspiciously quiet drummer who manages to charm one of the fans into sharing his scarf), Rupert Keplinger (who plays bass guitar and at the moment is busy with running back and forth with: “I’ll be back, but I’ll be quick, it’s freezing here!”), Noel Pix (who manages to kill the crowd with a sudden and delighted: “КАРТОШКА*!” without the slightest accent), all their tech and management crew… They are irresistibly lovely in the simplest possible way: being easy with people.

Let’s face it: I knew that from long before. The band members change, but the spirit stays. So it was easy to figure out the precise idea and the only way I wanted to thank these people. Few years ago their lead singer, Alexx Wesselsky (who is about two meters of the wildest charm you can encounter in a living person), joked about having a comic book about the band.

One doesn’t joke when a painter is watching.


So “Lorelei” happens in a few weeks before the show. It is a short story about a nuclear-powered ice-breaker, which, as I hope, turned out to be as fun to read as it was fun for me to do. And, as I stand there, looking up (UP. UP! I’m 5’11” tall and STILL LOOKING UP!!!) at Herr Wesselsky, I just say: “Could you please sign this?..”
“Lorelei”, he reads with that unmistakable German lilt in his voice. “Is it your name?..”
“Then wh… OH”.
And he opens the book, as I explain what it is.

I guess I’ll leave you here, with a link to the full comics, just because there’s nothing more to say. There’s one thing I want to add: watching the realization dawning on a person is one of the most beautiful things you can behold. Ever. Period.

Danke sehr, Eisbrecher.
You give me ideas, and that is priceless for any creator.