#clouds over arellia

From the train commute earlier this month. Joey developed the habit of playing the drums in underwear, especially in the morning. If you have to shower, make it count.

The drum kit itself didn’t make it in time, so imagine a cymbal near his right hand and the beginning of a stroke with the left ;-)

This isolated life gives me the inner calmness and focus to work on things without feeling rushed and nervous all the time - and I felt like giving those two the first proper illustration in their seventeen years of mental existence. It works in greyscale just fine, but this colored and tilted version carries the scene nicely. I think I caught the essence of their relationship.

Kitchen-window planespotting is interesting right now. There’s only a single approach path roughly in the middle of the usual two and it’s a sweet spot for nice snapshots. There’s only a handful of passenger flights and almost all of them are long-distance hauls. The usual overwhelming number of domestic connections is almost nonexistent. Cargo’s still going and, quite a number of military transport aircraft are coming by. They sound different enough to make the sprint to the window in time :-)

Why are those walking steaks allowed to eat all the carbon? Unfair. They feed me green electricity. It tastes like cowpat but they laugh it off. Sustainability, they say.

The first doodle was only for fun and it escalated from there. I thought it’d be nice to gift myself a nice heap of carby junk I haven’t eaten in years for a socially-distanced birthday, and yes - I ended up striking off the circuit soldering in my electronic cymbal when me and my gin tonic played along to equally junky-but-fun DJ Bobo eurodance horrors. Soldered it back on still drunk and played on. I could do this isolation thing for a long while… x)

The aftermath of this little sketch. It’s 6:23 in the morning, there’s a monster in the living room. A nice one, at least.

… and maybe it’s a little bit based on reality because homeoffice, brütally good weather (infrared season kickoff is only two days away!) and Skype lessons with my drumming teacher are a fine combination. I drench myself in sweat about every night and despite all the sports I’m used to, lower arm muscles are sore. Doing something right x)