The strange thing about digital, since it’s open to endless fiddling, is that you never know when something is finished. You see, I already see things I want to darken, or colours I might change. We’ll see!
One of my heroes, but I despair of ever being able to work as hard as he.
Painting away while my friend gardens.
With varying degrees of success. Here’s a pencil sketch I outlined and then coloured. She really doesn’t have a paint can in her garden, but I’ve been messing with paint cans in the shed attached to the back of my apartment, so paint has been on my mind.
Some ink drawings of the garden’s arch-enemy: The Squirrel.
The second part of my visit to La Virée des Ateliers, this time centered on the Grover Building. I will fill in links and details, if you want to click on a picture. But that will have to wait, as I am off to dinner.
I visited this event, which is an open house for some artists and designers’ studios on a street near me.
Only managed to see part of it, at Le Chat des Artistes, on rue Parthanais. “Museum fatigue” set in because I hadn’t planned to go, only happened on the event. There was so much left to see. Will try to go to the rest tomorrow, so there will be a part II to this post. Some descriptions of the photos are available if you click on them, I hope.
Thinking more in terms of stories, or at least trying to go that way. The first one started out as something Roman, but then looked more like someone at the beach. Hence the confusion in background and foreground items. It was also way too small to be detailed (coming from my small book), so I suppose I can call it a study, or thumbnail, if I ever want to do something like that again.
Boobs grew a bit. They are hard to draw in perspective.
Here is a madwoman (or at least someone who is very distraught), wandering the Moors.
Don’t worry. She’s okay in the end. Her servant comes out and recovers her, and she gets into group therapy, finding fulfillment writing for a small literary journal.
A person I’m working with on a project, inspired I think, by my efforts, made these drawings. Nothing has to be perfect — it’s the doing that’s important. Each drawing is a journey, and a lesson. One can work on improvement or mastery of a certain technique or subject, or else simply enjoy the interaction with the medium. These no such thing, then, as a failed drawing. Each new one makes you stronger.
Sketches of Yours Truly by the same artist.
I particularly like how she drew the hair.
Been painting a lot of these. Probably should be doing more of the pretty street scenes instead, but what can you do?
I was thinking of “The Creature from the Black Lagoon” when I started this, but it looks more like “Baby Godzilla.”
I drew her hand wrong, but it works in this case, because the doctor probably made a mistake.