Sometimes it’s fun to do something completely against the rules, and find out how it works. In this case I found out that trying to stretch ordinary typing paper doesn’t work. Kind of fun to paint on with gouache, however.
Mr. Boggedy in the Front Room
By Jack Ruttan in cats, paintings, sketches, watercolor, watercolourFrustration today with Canada Post website, with which the latest technology and biggest brains in the nation (I’m sure), won’t let me figure out how much it will cost to send a painting to the USA.
But at least while rummaging through old envelopes I found a cool picture of Mr. Boggedy in my front room; now my “office,” the way it looked before getting repainted.
I signed and dated this picture, but the date is hard to read. Zooming in on the high-definition version of the scan, I now think it says 2002.
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, but I imagine Mr. B. felt put upon.
Nora Small Cat
By Jack Ruttan in cats, color, Nora the cat, watercolor, watercolour“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 Mom’s old watercolour paper. It’s nice, but surprisingly thin. Still, I’m back into stretching things.
Trying to accomplish a lot of “real” paintings for Christmas.
Further Digital People
By Jack Ruttan in color, digital, sketchesDigital is like pen and ink, in that it’s hard to know when to let go of something. There’s always one other little improvement to make.
Happily, I seem to have tamed my stylus, which was giving me all sorts of headaches, like a pencil nib that keeps breaking off, or a pen that blobs, only here the system costs hundreds of dollars.
Still not really “there” yet, and I’m deleting my earlier experiments. But I enjoy the new medium, when it responds, and I can figure out the infinite complexities of layers, masks, brushes, and all these other peculiarities.