Hey there! I’ve been wanting to share some of my sketches with you all for a while now. I’ve already posted some on my Instagram, but I wanted to share one that’s really special to me.
As I was going through my sketches, I came across a story that I wrote in my high school. It really resonated with me and I think it represents the idea behind my art (or maybe I just want to share the story and sketches at the same time 🙂).
I hope my sketches transport you to a world that’s both familiar and otherworldly. If you have any thoughts or feedback, feel free to leave a comment or you can get in touch with me through instagram :).
I always used to start my stories with this line “In the oldest of…”, so I’m going to do the same with this one. HEHEHEHEH. It just feels like a good way to start a story 🙂
In the oldested of days far beyond the rivers and seas, there were two men named Rohan and Rohian who lived in a strange, surreal world that felt both familiar and utterly alien. They spent their days waiting in an empty field for a mysterious figure named “CA” to arrive, but they never knew when he would come or what he wanted from them.
Despite their uncertainty, Rohan and Rohian maintained a sense of calm and detachment, embracing the absurdity of their situation with a quiet acceptance. They talked about everything and nothing, discussing their dreams, their fears, and the strange memories that floated in and out of their minds like ghosts.
As they waited, strange things began to happen. The grass beneath their feet turned into sand, and the sky above them shifted from red to blue to black. Shadows moved in the corners of their vision, and they heard distant whispers that sounded like they were coming from the depths of their own souls. Their existence during the endless wait for the elusive “thing” was defined solely by its potential arrival, as if the very concept of the “thing” had become the sole purpose of their being, rendering all else insignificant. Even the passing of time never seemed to weigh heavily on them, as if they existed in a suspended state of tranquil anticipation.
One day, a third man appeared in the field, and he introduced himself as ‘WA’. He had a blank expression on his face and a notebook in his hand, and he said that he had been sent to observe Rohan and Rohian and record their every move.
As time passed, Rohan and Rohian grew increasingly aware of the WA’s presence and began to question his motives. Was he there to help them, or was he just another strange element in their surreal world?
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but The ‘CA’ never appeared. Eventually, Rohan and Rohian grew tired of waiting and decided to leave the field. As they walked away, they felt a sense of freedom and release, as if they had finally broken free from the endless cycle of waiting.
But even as they left, they couldn’t shake the feeling that they would never be truly free from the strange, surreal world they had inhabited for so long. They had learned to embrace the absurdity of their situation, but they still longed for a deeper understanding of the forces that had brought them there and kept them waiting for so long.
Radical Human 