It was such, yesterday when I drew these, and it’s another such today. Happy to draw real animals, etc, from my balcony.
Other people are TV and DVD-inspired faces. Not so bad, but I’m waiting for people to start walking by looking less frozen and bundled up.
I just found this in the book, and thought I’d put it up, part of a late night blog post. That makes me feel less guilty about not posting anything yesterday.
Just means “pictures,” I think.
More sketches from the little black hardcover book. I like that little book. The paper’s nice (can take a wash), and it’s small and scans reasonably well, if I don’t draw too close to the binding. Never got into Molesquines, and that sort of thing. (Not even sure how to pronounce that!) But I do like the Fabriano watercolour books with the red brick pattern outside. I don’t know what brand the little black book is, but the local art store sells ‘em for about $4.00.
Watching some Olympics, so drawing these types. Noting that I’m drawing skaters, but leaving out skates.
This is kind of an R. Crumb-like girl below. Sorry. That was supposed to be a cute gopher in the background, but I smeared its eyes before they dried, and now he becomes a zombie gopher.
I’m including this sketchbook page in the general theme, because it has a Hockey Goalie on it:
Well, they were fun for me to do.
Pretty tired now. Worked hard today. Maybe it’s just that I worked at all.
I was drawing in that little book. Hence, things take less time to do. I’ll have to think about the implications of that.
Not sure what the black squiggle means. I had intended it as a design element, to balance things. This morning it looks ominous.
Everyone’s been looking to the left, this time. Sometimes that seems easier. I’d also like to draw some things that have more of a story behind them, so they’re just not some anonymous face looking … to the left, for instance.
I saw these kids the other night, in a dream. I think their Uncle is Orson Welles. Still working on figures.
A pensive Orc, and Pug Dog:
Hmmm. Maybe a pug dog-something else cross. The head is the wrong shape, muzzle too long and the ears should be lower down, for that true pug silliness.
Yesterday’s comic was my trying to do that. Get into a working routine that doesn’t take me too long (nobody’s paying for those pages yet! But they’re a lot of effort), and see what works.
That means finding what I’d like to do, and in what style. Also, as I usually do with the sketches that go on this blog, I’m just just putting whatever develops during the day out there, without too much thought beforehand of whether it’s good or not. Not censoring.
Impression of a news reporter, and delinquent boy from tv:
The character in yesterday’s comic isn’t me! He’s also not someone I know, though there are aspects of both. Don’t think he’s going to be a continuing character. Anyhow, it’s been a while since I did a comic regularly, and for some reason I’ve found them difficult to do. Trying to get out of that. And I enjoy telling stories, no matter how eccentric!
Nerd boy drawn mainly with the Pentel brush pen:
I’m also trying out techniques. Yesterday’s story was drawn with a dip pen, which was a little bit awkward, but I’m getting back into it. Other stuff is drawn with a Pentel brush pen. I also fool around with the pages on the computer a bit. Usually just to adjust the tone of the scan, but sometimes I try to fix things. I’m trying out a lot of what the computer can let me do, so that I can produce images that are funny, fast to produce, and look good.
Struggling with the dip pen (a Hunt #102 Hawk Quill):
Writing and drawing makes me feel good, and I’m lucky to be blessed with at least a modicum of ability, or inclination, towards these disciplines. The season’s been psychically rough so far, and I’m trying to smooth it out, get things running.
Woman from a “Making of” doc on a DVD, in colour ballpoint and black roller pen:
Meanwhile, I’m putting up yesterday’s production of sketches. I really do miss sitting on the balcony and drawing people. So during the Montreal winter I’m drawing people I see on DVDs I’m watching, or snapped with the camera, or who have just popped out of my head. Funny, they’re not the most dramatic scenes, but there you go.
