Flaming ArtistThis drawing was done with
Prismacolors. I painted the background with off-white acrylic paint.
Prismacolor was my favorite media for working in color before I went to art college. I
still have a soft spot in my heart for them. I like being able to layer colors
and achieve subtle effects with them. Unlike watercolor, they are extremely
forgiving. They don’t demand commitment.
Today’s drawing is a riff on yesterday’s drawing (done
on October 4, 2012). Once again, I was using the dreaded Tombo brush pens. I
like this drawing, however (as opposed to the drawing I posted on October 9).
I’m not sure why I like it better. The dick is nice. The two shades of muted
cool gray are pleasant. I had an art teacher who opined that drawing in any color other that black was
cheating, in so far as any other color adds interest or entertainment value to
the drawing. Perhaps he was right.
Another ballpoint pen
sketch, inspired by the previous day’s embossment. To see what I mean,
superimpose this drawing on that from October 3rd. Or take my word
for it.
Another
vaguely Picasso-esque drawing.
So I’m revisiting
yesterday’s drawing, trying to correct the “mistake” therein. I traced the
drawing scan in Photoshop, then scanned in a blank page of the American Express
Date Book to use as a BG, for the sake of consistency.
I find it weird, drawing in
Photoshop. I spend 8+ hours a day at my job (storyboarding on “Bob’ Burgers”)
drawing in the ToonBoom Storyboard Pro 4.1 program, which is vector based. Line remain “live”; I
can click on a line and resize it or distort it, or simply delete it. I don’t know if this is possible with Photoshop
(I’m pretty inexperienced in it), so I find using it somewhat frustrating.
Sketched lightly with pencil, “inked” with Tombo brush
pens, touched up slightly with white out pen. This is an example, to my mind of
simply crude, instead of pleasingly spontaneous and muscularly gestural.
Perhaps it’s the fault of the media; brush pens lack the flexibility and
subtlety of a sable brush dipped in ink. Or maybe it’s just… you can’t knock it
out of the park every time. Oh well.One problem is that the
guy’s hand is too small; It should be at least as large as the dick.
I like this one; I like the gestural, abstract quality of the drawing and
the color shapes. I think it would look good painted large, on canvas, in
acrylic. This sketch was done in acrylic, using colors left over from whatever
I was working on at the time.
This was sketched in regular
Dixon Ticonderoga Soft pencil, then painted into with either water color or
gouache.
It was
drawn both from loving memory and from fantasy.
I sketched this first in
purple Prismacolor, then painted into it with watercolor and gouache. I haven’t
much to say about it.
I guess I could comment on
the photo and the pages it is printed across.
The photo is captioned: “The
SkyPark atop the triple towers of Singpore’s Marina Bay Sands Resorts features
an infinity pool billed as the world’s largest outdoor swimming pool at such a
dizzying height.”
This
definitely sounds like a bucket list item—see it while you still can, before
the world goes to Hell. Can you imagine being in this place when the oil runs
out? I wonder if the water in the pool is potable?
This drawing was done in
ball-point pen, one of my favorite sketching tools, as it is easy to transport,
flexible in application.
In
this case, I didn’t need to transport the pen, or the sketchbook (American
Express Date Book). This drawing was done from loving memory. “Sigh…”
Nothing to say about this drawing that I didn’t say
about yesterday’s drawing. Except, wow, I’ve been posting every day for a month.
I feel like the Amy Adams character in the “Julie and Jula” movie, where she
posted every day about cooking another one of Julia Child’s French Cooking
recipes. Except that I’m posting about penises.
