What you have here is a drawing that I did on my new tablet. It’s actually been a really long time since I’ve drawn. I mean I was an art major, back in the day, but that was 25 years ago. But this new tablet, see, it has a touch sensitive stylus. So… I started doodling and now I have this thing.
My question for you is, what is outside the window?
Also? This entire blog post is written by voice. Kind of neat, huh? I so love living in the future.
Anyway, make suggestions on what should be outside the window. I’ll pick one and draw it.
A lighthouse.
Sly the chimp, messing about with some clay or mud.
children, playing
Ships at harbor.
Dwarf children building dwarven snowmen. I’m not sure what, exactly, a makes a snowman definitively dwarven, but I’m sure there’s something.
I had the exact same thought as Sara. My first thought was something dwarven.
Axes?
A child in a toy house, looking out the window at him.
His younger self, peering in through the window (but not seeing anything)
One set of tracks through deep snow that head into forest.
The more I look at that space the more I see a giant mushroom orchard, although I suspect that’s due to hunger more than any overriding artistic merit. Beyond that: tucking the beard into the scarf is a great detail.
An Earth-like planet set in a field of stars. Is he departing a beloved home? Approaching a new, unknown world of risk and possibility? Who can say?
Blizzard of 2015. Hey, you’re done!
Perfect!
A teenage girl sitting under a tree, sharpening a scythe with a whetstone.
A massive eye that takes up most of the frame.
A sailboat that he wanted to be on.
A flock of llamas with a border collie herding them 🙂
evil robot monkeys, or some snow goons, a la Calvin and Hobbes,
Very nice art
His grandchild either alone or with the child’s grandmother (his wife)
A flying saucer being ridden by Albert Einstein
Shirtless Legolas chopping wood? (someone had to go there, I guess….)
No, that’s if I’m the one staring out the window.
Steampunk zepplin.
A puppet play with a crowd of children watching in a courtyard.
A neglected graveyard, ivy, crumbling headstones, all that. I don’t entirely know why, but he looks sad to me.
Also, voice thing. Did you use any particular software? I’ve tried the default Microsoft one and it pains me so I’m looking for a replacement.
A Tumbleweed blowing by and a cactus.
The window is a metaphor.
(Sorry, I blame the “How to Tell if You’re in a MFA Workshop” link you posted the other day)
More seriously, the fellow strikes me as a monk (the robes are what convey it), whereas his features strike me as fairly germanic. Therefore, I’d imagine that this is some northern religious fellow (perhaps even the venerable Bede himself) looking out the window as he contemplates the contemplative life. Thus, the scene he’d be looking out at is likely one of Middle Age agriculture, perhaps the Brothers tending to the monastery gardens. In contrast, if a monastic scholar, there is always the possibility of the “dream scene,” where he’s looking out at the subject matter that he is writing about (in Bede’s case, a continuation of Roman history and a record of the pagan traditions that were dying out).
Look at the look in his eyes. He is looking at the girl he overlooked when he was young and vital, wishing he had been smarter in his choices.
A Kraken. Possibly eating a ship.
Okay, fess up. Is there any talent you don’t possess?
Underwater Basketweaving? (I’m guessing here, but I might be way off.)
The doctor entering the tardis…
A teenage girl sitting under a tree is sharpening a scythe with a whetstone. She glances back to see several figures coming over the hill behind her.
Yikes. Please forgive my repost!
He’s bundled up and looks a little longing. I think he’s looking at the train to anywhere else that he never had the courage to get on
A beach in winter, his ship locked in ice, the first cracks of spring radiating from the hull. Is it time to sail again so soon?
A fjord in winter.
He’s a dwarf looking in the direction of a distant mountain seen only in his mind’s eye, where his home and family lie, remembering a time long ago before undertaking the quest he felt obligated to pursue.
An ominously rumbling and smoking volcano
His neighbors are all packing up to move to higher ground. He doesn’t believe the forecasts, but he’s beginning to wonder if it would be better to move now than be left behind.
A ghostly visage of his younger self, with his now long gone friends, riding off to adventure.
Cthulhu
I imagine the subject of the image is thinking “Ugh. Third time this week!”
He’s looking pretty pensive, so it’s definitely something from his past.
A shark jumping out of the water to take a snap at a bird, who is losing more than a few feathers in panic.
Young dwarves playing with wooden axes, and obviously enjoying it.
A leafless winter tree with a bird on it.
A young couple walking by, hand in hand.
Flying, fancy-tailed goldfish.
I must be feeling morbid today because my first thought was a small yard with a gravestone that says “Beloved Wife.”
A SciFi cityscape.
A labyrinth.
Laketown & a glimpse of the Lonely Mountain.
An empty swingset.
A windmill. Or Sancho Panza.
Dwarven children rollicking in the snow or on the docks by a big ship. None of the children are his, but he still lives at the harbor, remembering his traveling days.
My second guess- a unicorn in the garden.
A willow tree, with a mother Raven feeding her young.
My window has quince blossoms and little birds. Would he like that?
A plastic surgeons office, his nose has always bothered him, he’s contemplating if he should finally do something about it or if he’s too old
A worn path coming out of some woods, with a loved one walking toward him, but still a long way off. The ground’s snow covered, I think.
A wishing well.