Oh my. Three months of silence!
It’s been an exhausting three months. I discovered my “work full time while taking two studio classes” plan was ever so slightly optimistic. Apparently I do need more than three hours of sleep at a time! Who knew??
On the plus side, I made lots of new art. Which I will put up here, as soon as I gather & sort through it all. I also made scary, awesome plans for next year, which I will tell you about when I’m feeling less scared and more awesome. 🙂
Spend a day at the best swimming hole on the Mad River last weekend, did these pencil sketches while I was there. (With a lil photoshop on the first one; didn’t want to spend all day drawing. Ignore the date on the bottom of the second one, I just realized I had the wrong month.)
Two wet crossings with an hour’s walk in between the river along a little service road, on (probably) one of the last nice days of the summer. I half-wish I’d brought my camera, the scenery was so gorgeous. Then again, if I’d had it with me I probably wouldn’t have drawn these.
The diving rock in the first one is huge, maybe 20 feet long, full of deep holes and smooth channels carved by the river over the years. It’s not easy to see in the drawing, but there was a small straw hat on top of the rock, weighed down with stones. Made me think of Luffy from One Piece (who would never leave it behind, of course). The second one is the view from the small beach next to that big rock. It was the kind of thing you’d see in a Hiroshi Yoshida print, I’d love to go back and paint it someday.
Remember my finger puppet monsters? Paul Madonna of All Over Coffee has them too! His monochrome watercolors are lovely, go check em out.
Assorted orange things from my desk drawer at work. I’ve been trying to draw with ink more – by which I mean drawing with ink from the start, no pencil workthroughs that I later trace and erase. Nope, starting with ink and just redrawing any lines that are off.
I used to draw like this a lot, drawing and redrawing and not getting caught up in making things perfect from the beginning. Sometimes I’d scribble stuff out, but not all that often. I was less skilled back then but also less afraid to do things wrong. I still got annoyed when drawings didn’t turn out how I wanted, but I just shrugged it off and kept going.
I think that’s because, back then, I thought of myself as a writer instead of an artist – drawing was a way of procrastinating, a form of entertainment. Now that I think of myself as an artist, the inner critic that used to trash my writing has switched over to saying things like, “Don’t fuck up this line, if you do you’ll be a total failure forever and you’ll die alone.” With pencil, that often leads to lots of erasing, even if that first line was pretty decent. With ink, you just have to accept it and move on.
Two other color versions here, couldn’t decide which was my favorite. What do you think?