This is one of the most exciting experiments I have done for a while as an illustrator and the first of its kind.
The whole thing began when my friend Mike, who is an avid reader and a talented creative guy who works in advertising, was looking to fill the blank spaces of himself with another special image. Yeah dudes! he asked me to made him a tattoo design for his forearm, badass...!
The whole concept came out of a poem by W. B. Yeats named "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death", which is Mike`s favorite poem. I really liked it because of the meditation around life and death in relation with the war. I believe it's a honest thinking within a fucked up political situation, which is very tragic at the end.
This time I worked the pencils and ink on paper first and then finished them in PS. I leave you the Inked drawing and some process. Hope you like!
I still can't believe that Mike scratched his skin with a draw I made...haha
First sketch
I also made a separated layer to help the tattoo artist understand
the color construction. It looks cool isn't it?
Final sketch
Aaaaawesome! :D
This is the original poem by W. B.Yeats if you are feeling curious.
I know that I shall meet my fate,
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.