Or just some random black and white cat. Nora, my new cat’s been getting bigger. She’s still the smallest of the gang, but it’s often hard to judge. There were some other drawings today, but this is the only one I could find to scan and post.
Also, I’m not intending to slight the other cats, who are beautiful, but the symmetrical black and white is easy to draw.
Hey, I can get you a great deal on a small tuxedo cat. Top of the line. All new fur. Very affectionate (if you know what I mean). So just come down to Ralph Weems car lot and ask for Ralph Weems. He’ll set you up with the cat of your dreams!
We used to get Ralph Williams commercials in Calgary when I was a kid. Hadn’t thought of him for a while, but when this outtake came up on YouTube, I remembered him and his loyal dog Storm. A drawing, kind of a memory of him.
…Was better attended than you would think, considering the icy weather.
Still, stacks of comics have been drawn, but people (yours truly included) haven’t gotten it together to scan them, or try to print them in a zine.
I bet that that zine would have some sort of currency, since we’re a fixture at L’Escalier bar, once every month.
Here’s a shot of the gang. Our numbers only got greater as the night drew on:
I drew a surreptitious picture of one of the jamsters, and she seemed pretty happy with it.
Always sketching: busy hands. I added her dress pattern via photoshop.
Yay, C’boys! One of them is vaguely Francis Ford Coppola, director of the Godfather films:
Still sketching. Inspired by McCabe & Mrs. Miller. I love the ragged, cheap, but beautiful aesthetic in the film. [look out: spoilers ahoy!] The director said it might have made more money if the Warren Beatty character had been rescued by Julie Christie in the end. But the couple hardly got together at all over the length of the movie.
I enjoyed Warren Beatty’s interpretation of the hero as a ditherer and an idiot. That was probably another anti-commercial strategy. At the end, I wonder if Robert Altman really made him stay in the snow all that time pretending to be “dead.” I’ll bet he did, likely through multiple “takes.”
I know these people don’t exactly look like the actors. Maybe it’s a matter of talent, but I feel very bored and strictured at drawing from photos. Also doing underdrawing, too, which means I’d be a lousy animator. I’m trying to make the wiggly thing my “style,” but doing a good drawing is also a matter of relaxing a little, and “seeing” the character. In real life, I’m lousy at remembering faces, too. The one below was inspired by Michael Hordern in a TV adaptation of an M.R. James ghost story.
Once in a while, I hit off a very nice drawing. Other times, stuff goes wrong. Still working on this (that’s like my mantra). I think if I did a lot of drawing and some stories, people would notice the good things, and forgive the occasional awkwardness. Of course, there’s also the fun of writing and reading blog posts ragging on some artist’s drawing mistakes. Don’t know if I’d want to read this about my own.
I’m doing a cartoon story about the ultimate self-confident artist, and what happens to him. I’ve got to get working on that, actually. Bath first, however….
Today seems to be a superhero comics type of day, at least on the blog. I was flailing around, writing stuff, mainly messing around on the web, and twittering. I tend to do this, then focus down on something worthwhile. But for the time being, it’s often all up in the air.
Anyhow, a twitter exchange between myself and cartoonist Michael Kupperman led me to slap together this impression of Jack Kirby as his creation Modok . Probably not the first person in the world ever to have this idea, but it’s fun, and I felt the urge.
Not drawing a lot right now. Well, a little bit. Working on stuff, honest! Not just creepy pictures of superheroines.
Busy again, which is good. I’m doing some logo, graphic design things, which is new for me. I sketched this little version of my black and white cat, Nora which I like.
Working on stuff. Depressed over the earthquake in Haiti. Found time to do some watercolours. But they’re hard, still no system of how to do them.
Actually, though they don’t always turn out the way I want them too (part of my brilliant system of not thinking before I start anything), I really enjoy doing them. Drawing in general, too. But there’s something very soothing in handling the brush, and watching the colours bloom. That’s what the old Asian painters knew.
He’s watching you. Right now.
The scanner seems to like the coloured pen colours better than the more usually respectable watercolours I do. Except there’s not a good yellow in coloured pen ink. So, I used a yellow pencil.
It’s the friendly Nazis you have to watch out for. I’m wondering, if they invaded this town tomorrow, which people I know would be collaborators, would hide people under floorboards, or would be on the trains themselves? And what would I do? Afraid I’d just muddle through, presenting papers when asked. Probably get into trouble just trying to be nice. Who knows?
