I like this pair. It’s a music teacher and his student. The background is what you get if you mess your paint around after applying it to dry paper. I’m often frustrated in trying to get a smooth perfect wash, but find this sort of thing much more interesting to look at.
A confrontation with Eskeeta Mary-La, High Priestess of the Puppy God Paal.
Another drawing by Gagnon from last Friday evening, which I inked today. He has a large comic and original comic art collection, and knowledge of styles and inking patterns I can only guess at. Those trees, rocks, and puffs of smoke, and that Jack Kirby-ish machinery, for instance. He also likes big heads in containers.
Back to the bar, with Rick and Marr. Again, Marr did some drawings in his own little sketchbook, but I didn’t get snaps. Rick and I drew heads. Above is werewolf Orson Welles, by me, inked by Rick. Below, Leonard Cohen-like bar guy, drawn by Rick and inked my me. But I did that later, when I got back home.
I’m sure there’s something we did that I’ve missed and I’ll find later. Below is a little drawing of Rick’s that I inked. We were actually arguing about each other’s art. Marr was leaving, and probably thinking we would come to blows. But we were soon very jolly together, drawing away, and having a good old time.
Still been sick and busy. Plus, my little cat is at the vet’s getting her tubes tied, or ripped out (whatever they do to spay little cats). So not much on the sketch front, outside of this.
Apparently, I missed strange goings on at the Montreal Comic Jam last night, which I will have to link to, when I get a link.
Sick today. So I coloured that cat I drew earlier, and painted some other faces.
Offered in the spirit of “here’s what I was drawing yesterday,” rather than “these are the greatest drawings of the century.” Pencil’s messy, but you can correct. Above are some faces from a book of old pictures and Elizabethan miniatures.
I’m finding I’m happier and draw better faces if I try to consider the face as a whole, rather than drawing an eye here, a mouth there, and hoping they connect. Making lines underneath doesn’t always work for me, because I still am not understanding the head as a whole structure. If I do that, then it comes into focus.
Working on those profiles, because they are a bone of contention between me and my drawing friends. Where the eye goes is important, also the shape of the head.
Saint Patrick’s day has come and gone, but the parade is today. So, last night, they were getting ready the green food colouring for the beer at the Cock N’ Bull pub. And I was drawing mildly salacious scenes happening around me and my friends Rick and Marr. Rick inked these, or in the case of the below, added some fancy lines and flourishes.
That strange object in front is some kind of mp3-wired hat. What a brave new world!
Unhappily, I forgot to take shots of Marr’s amusing drawings, which he was doing in his little sketch book to add to this set. He drew the same profile Rick drew below, which in this case I inked.
Rick and Marr are somewhat consumed by crossword puzzles. I find these more of a solitary rather than team sport. Still, I’m able to get them out of a jam or two, even though I’m usually reading upside-down.
Now, is “rapscallionry” a word?
Above, a simple, quick cat, in wash. Below, an even simpler cat, on typing paper:
“Monkey man, monkey man, I wanna be a monkey man.” (The Specials, I think)
Tough doing plain backgrounds…
Or maybe a fun one, if you’re into it.
More drawing from the other night, meeting with friends at the Cock N’ Bull bar. Rick Gagnon was there. Marr was there, too, but he didn’t stay long enough to draw anything. Still, Rick was able to ink things like this drawing above of mine of one of the servers.
Below is my drawing, embellished with extra lines by Rick, of a guy at the next table. I added a scythe, and then the little death figure, which Rick inked.
Rick drew the same guy while I was drawing him, and I inked him:
Here’s a woman at the other table, which I drew, Rick inked. He thought I made her look too old. Obviously there was a lot of variance that night, but I blame the beer.
Lastly, a couple of guys, drawn by yours truly:
This warrior character fears his masculinity is being compromised by his having to ride a giant quarter-rabbit. But the villagers will probably be as terrified as ever. He should have and painted frightening runes on the sides of his mount, and tied victims’ skulls to the saddle, in order to increase the menacing effect.
