Through the noise

So I’ve just spent a quick week away in Beijing with the family, and somehow managed to scratch in some doodling time in the evenings. It was amazingly difficult to hear myself think most of the time, what with the bigness of the place and the noise that somehow managed to fill that entire space. Still, I miss it somehow, and wish I could’ve spent longer there just to explore and absorb it all in.

“dont touch the mannikins! You never can tell if they’re real!”

“The man who fished for the live ones amongst the dead”

it’s wonderful how everyone gets so active after sundown! everywhere you look it’s middle-aged ladies dancing in groups or people just exercising in great sweaty masses. but there was this one lady who chose to hide in the shadow of the trees and dance by herself from across to road.

My braids drew so much attention (they’ve been thoroughly molested by countless shopkeepers) that I couldn’t help looking out for braid-buddies in the crowd.

spotted at the Birds’ Nest

aah, and this lady had almost the same style as mine.  spotted her at the shisha place I was at (couldn’t get away from shisha for a week, it’s terrible.)

how stern they all looked

“It’s a brave new world in the land of the ancients”

Amie, the Fool and the Devonile Wolfbear ride to Beijing on the Cloud Strider.

Collaborative Doodles: Stick and Balloon

Ah, what a lovely night of shisha, doodling and robot porn created with the dear old Stick (yy). It’s been too long since we’ve doodled stuff together!