Here’s a drawing from my sketchbook. I messed around with gouache and stuff to draw MYSELF. this time i was a little careful, since in the past my self-portraits have gotten comments like “oh hey who is that guy”
I really need to organize my desk.
It’s a slow day at work. Here are some drawings based on some of my favorite pictures. I tried exaggerating each a little some how, but this first one didn’t really need my help. That guy’s neck alone might have been a foot long
WORK CAN BE BORING, BUT DRAWING IS GREAT!
One of these is more accurate than the other, but that’s okay. thanks to A Macbain for staying still for extended periods of time and only whining about it a little
Another in-office sketch; good for loosening up.
More soon, I promise.
Febroary 2010 is finally here!
Ah, to be young, in love, and in space.
Febroary. the month that was rife with problems preventing me from getting it done. All things considered, though, I’m very happy with it. If you were unable to tell, these two fine men are in a spaceship/space station, and they are bros (much thanks to the men who modeled for the reference picture, who are literally bros).
On a more work related note, today at work the other artists and I finally got around to having a roughly hour-long drawing session, in which the four of us would model briefly for the other ones to draw. Seeing as we draw/paint digitally all day, it seemed like in everyone’s best interest to exercise our traditional media hands and life drawing eyes. What’s astounding is how you never realize how miserable you were when you haven’t drawn for yourself for a while–until you actually start up again and you are suddenly incredibly happy and at ease.
I got two nice 15 minute drawings from the session, of two of the very talented guys I work with; Anthony Macbain and Stephen Bliss.
Anthony enjoys needlepoint and Swiffering his apartment on Friday nights
Stephen’s hobbies include drinking tea, eating Marmite, and other painfully British things
That blob on the arm rest is supposed to be an iPhone I neglected to render, and the Union Jack on Stephen’s shirt is pure embellishment.
Manuary 2010!
Nothing better first thing (heh. heh.) in a New Year than some pop culture beefcake.
Don’t worry, I made room for the beefcake fictional sociopaths too:
Christmas was great, Miami was colder than usual, and I met a talented illustration student.
New calendar soon, I think.
I’m beginning to suspect that painting manly, squinty, scowling men in great detail for hours at a time in bad on my skin. You see, I have this odd habit of getting really emotionally involved in the facial expressions of the drawings I’m working on. Most of the time, they are unreferenced and have to occur naturally within my imagination. I want the guy to look like he’s convincingly sneering at the audience, so I have to feel it as well. This manifests itself on my own face.
That’s right; I squint and sneer while I draw, because I unconsciously feel it helps me draw it better.
This is something I should probably stop given I now do most of my drawing in a crowded office
(Have a bad old drawing of a naked dude riding a giant bunny)
and,
and,
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Work has me swamped.
