EVENTIDE Dylan Briones Illustration compilation zine. vol ii
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Introductions I was born a little before midnight, small wonder I was never a morning person. Here is a collection of dreams and musings drawn in ink and pixels. Made from harsh days and long evenings. From the end of a beer bottle or the bottom of a coffee cup. Ink on paper, lights on a screen, days and nights of grace, pain, bliss. Dreams shared, built, caught. Impulses, whims, long dragging doubts. The process is long and not without pain, so may it never end. To evenings, and mornings. Light and Shadow, the lux and the umbra, sol and luna. The dreams that haunt and carry us through it all It’s all here. And I’m more than happy to share.
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I. Distant Shores
Dream of crashing waves and a bittersweet horizon A few recurring motifs from last year’s inktober series. Conveyed a sense of longing and yearning. Something from the horizon felt like it was reaching out. This time around the ink felt easier to handle, aggreable almost. But no less entrancing. Childhood summers spent waking up to blue mornings and the sound of waves. Some things are hard to forget. Years on, I still remember the ebb and flow, even as places change and certain things take on new meanings. It’s a strange journey and the tides grow stranger still.
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opposite page - Across a distant shore
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current page - Horizons, opposite page - Every Breaking Wave following pages (L), Wanderer. (R) Daylight on a Distant Shore
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II. Here and There
Sometimes there is no process, sometimes it all just comes out Its hard to tell when exactily I fell in love with ink as a medium. A few years back probably, sinking my eyes’ teeth into the works of Moebius and Paul Pope, and gorging into the sound of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. You know what they say about gazing into the abyss? There was an inkling to learn the hard way (mistake after mistake) and Inktober of 2014 was the perfect opportunity. I hated half the shit I drew in that one, but something clicked. It brought to mind Paul Pope’s correspondence with Alex Toth, or was it David Sim. About switching from markers to the brush when it came to learning the medium. ‘the first thousand drawings in ink are going to suck, so you better get at it’ 3 years on, The medium has become home. My favourite means to explore motifs and ideas. I’ve still a long way to go, but I now enjoy every moment I lay down a steady line with a brush or a pen. The following pieces are also from Inktober of 2017, nights where I just trance out. Whatever happened happened, moments where you dream into the white void with arms open to whatever and whomever I might find.
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opposite page - The Body, Unbound following pages (L) Overbloom, (R) The Poison Merchant
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Depths
Heights
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Opposite Page - Still Waters Run Deep, Above - Fruits of the Muse
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current page - Resonant ,opposite page - Starwatcher’s Legacy
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III. Pacific Lost An attempt at a visual journal
A lot changed for me this 2018. The storms and tribulations of freelance life took their toll (physical, mental and economic) on me and thus I jumped the gun and found employment at a BPO. A tough but necessary decision. It made all this possible after all Still, A few months on I had the inkling to pour out my thoughts. You’ve probably felt how personal all this is (at least that’s my intention) It all stemmed from this particular project. A visual journal comic with myself as the protagonist, laying bare everything. Graphic Designer par excellence and overall great mind, Chris Do once said, ‘True confidence is being comfortable with your vulnerability’ something I wanted to truly take to heart. This was drawn at a time of heaviness and change. Glad to have survived, looking back at it now. Gratitude always helps when the mental weather is less than ideal. Decided to go all the way and hand letter it too, though its mostly a digital piece. Time was becoming scarce for me and it was taking awhile to adjust. Still glad how it turned out either way though. Anyways, enjoy this one.
previous page - Quiet space
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IV. A mutual fascination Collaboration pieces from the works of Banawe Corvera I was always a fan of Banawe’s photography, happening upon her works earlier in my artistic practice. It was only two years ago though, that I intended to study monochrome motifs in detail. Stepping out of my usual visual wanderings, I looked through photographers’ work in an attempt to get to an understanding. To grasp light and shadow if you will. One day, I (being a little more confident in my handling of the medium) decided to reach out to her, that I may study from her works. Luckily she was open about the prospect of seeing her pieces adapted into another medium. (Mutual respect as contemporaries and dash of flattery go a long way). I learned a whole lot working on these pieces, started using white ink as more than a limited means of correction. As our correspondence continued, it was evident that we shared a mutual fascination with light and shadow. How the monochrome strips everything away to its essential, yet expands depth. Its my pleasure to finally print these out. Of course, its also worth mentioning that Nawe herself lent her eyes and talent in editing these scans for print. So much thanks for helping make this possible. You can check out her work on FB at: facebook.com/photodiariesbybanawe And on instagram at: _banawe and photodiariesbybanawe
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Thanks and Miscellany Here I’d like to thank friends, family and other kindred spirits. The loving, the supportive and the inspiring. For keeping me going through the hard days and easy evenings and vise versa. The Mercados - my mother’s side, who inadvertedly gave me my love of art The Brioneses - my father’s side, who gave me my love for reading and literature My closest and dearest in no particular order - who have stuck by me and have shared and given me so much Banawe C. John L. Adrian M. Kring D. Chai F. Gerlie S. Kim C. Angel S. Rocket L. My Artjam group - Who have always inspired me, dont let any of them tell you otherwise. My NS family - Who help keep the dream alive Happy Garaje - Who sponsored my first zinefest outing when I was broke as fuck, and for being awesome people generally The Mad Geniuses that hang around Turtles Nest The Cebu Creative Community, Among them the organizers of Zinefest and Litfest The wonderful and inspiring folks at Sketchbook Challege Cebu - I promise to find time to be more active. and you, for getting this book, this was a labor of love~ Thanks and Cheers~ - Dyl
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