Drat, forgot the little fruit juice bottle full of water, so this is pencil only. This is the artists’ co-op on Parthenais street. Someone trusted me enough to let me watch their bike as I sketched this. Glad they weren’t away for too long.
Archive for the ‘black and white’ Category
Two-Two-Two-Oh, rue Parthanais
By Jack Ruttan in black and white, montreal, pencil, sketchesMrs. Birtwhistle & Mr. Boggedy
By Jack Ruttan in black and white, cats, pencil, sketches, womenBonus blackwinging. Mrs. Birtwhistle and Mr. Boggedy.
Blackwing-ing It.
By Jack Ruttan in black and white, pencil, sketchesMy friend bought a box of the famous Blackwing Pencils (read about them at this link.) They were deluxe pencils made for animators and artists in the 20th century, and the company went out of business. Now they’re being made again, for the same market that buys Moleskine Notebooks and other pricey stationery items. I […]
Neil Smith Doodle
By Jack Ruttan in black and white, brush pen, heads, men, sketchesFor someone who draws as many faces as I do, I find it hard to hit a likeness. But I’m happy with this little face of author Neil Smith I doodled in the margin of the Esplanade Editions book catalog. That glossy paper is very comfortable to draw on with the pentel brush pen. Hope […]
“FOOT”
By Jack Ruttan in ballpoint pen, black and white, pen and ink, sketchesThis is a little sketch I drew for my friend, on a scrap of scratch paper. She thought I was trying to spell the word “FOOT” with the background handrails, and the bike wheels. But this is just a coincidence.
Further Sketchy Oddness
By Jack Ruttan in black and white, color, Coloured Pencils, dinosaurs, sketches, watercolor, watercolourThat strange animal was inspired by a person on a palaeontological art website who thought that sauropod dinosaurs might have had trunks. Probably not, but the idea led to an interesting-looking beast.
Hands
By Jack Ruttan in black and white, Coloured Pencils, pencil, Portraits, sketches, watercolor, watercolourTrying to do more “House of Cats” pictures, but I’m lacking inspiration. So I went to youtube and watched watercolour technique videos. People’s hands are fascinating, but in these videos you rarely see the faces. So, I drew the hands in watercolour pencil, and then drew the owners’ faces as I imagined them. [link] [link] […]
Hard Cheese for Mister Boggedy
By Jack Ruttan in black and white, cats, pencil, sketchesIt’s been a pretty hard morning to be a gentle, senior cat. First, he tries to walk by the old girl cat. He is hissed at and then swatted for his trouble. He then goes out into the hallway, where he is sniffed and then thwacked by the small cat. Happily it’s all quiet now, […]
“Traditional” Media
By Jack Ruttan in ballpoint pen, black and white, color, heads, paintings, Portraits, sketches, watercolor, watercolour, womenI’ve been so deep into digital, that I began to wonder whether I could still do useful things with paper. Below is a drawing a made during a phone coversation (they’re often long, at least with my friend). Black ballpoint pen in my sketchbook. Above is a made-up woman painted on a sample of my […]
Bad Cattery
By Jack Ruttan in ballpoint pen, black and white, cats, color, Gouache, sketches, watercolor, watercolour
Run DMC
By Jack Ruttan in black and white, digital, sketchesOne of the members of Run DMC. Didn’t want to draw the one with glasses, because, glasses.
Sketches
By Jack Ruttan in ballpoint pen, black and white, color, Coloured Pencils, men, pen and ink, sketches, watercolour, womenSome new sketches. I’m always drawing, but not been putting everything up, even though I used to do that.
Phone Doodle
By Jack Ruttan in ballpoint pen, black and white, sketchesDrawn while talking on the phone. I can do this because another part of the brain is being used. If I were reading or writing something, I totally wouldn’t be able to hear the conversation. But drawing, that’s different.
Centre Sportif Jean-Claude Malepart
By Jack Ruttan in black and white, montreal, paintings, parks, pencil, sketches, watercolor, watercolourThis is pronounced “Mallapar,” (actually, more like Maly-par, sez a franco friend) for you non French-speakers. (I am almost a non-French speaker, by the way, despite spending all this time in Montreal). But in my anglo heart, I still see it as “Male-Part.” I’m sure he was a worthy gentleman, but I’m happy they didn’t […]