Archive for August, 2008

Bestiary

Forgot this one last night, not that it’s hugely important or anything. Mainly it’s just another page from the mystery project, which is the official name for now ’cause it turns out I’m half clueless how to proceed, although a vague sort of glimmer of an idea is possibly forming just over the horizon. Maybe. I mean, it could just be the smudge of smoke from a distant orchard fire.

bestiary picture

Random Animals

Just a bunch of random sketchy junk today, all of which is sort of for an assignment, if I can ever figure out what the heck I’m doing. Anyway, the main thing I’ve gotta re-learn really soon is how to do all the stuff I forgot how to do years ago (dang bureaucracy job washed my brains out good and proper). First though, I’ve gotta get off this crazy computer box thing.

animals 1

animals 2

animals 3

animals 4

animals 5

Bat Picture

The story of this thing is, once I had this dream where one of my cousins and I happened upon a dead bat, and he kind of poked the bat with what I guess was a partially magical stick, and so the bat, it woke up and sort of stumbled around a bit, sort of drunk-like, and then it flew away. The deeper meaning of which is, I don’t know. Probably something to do with my primal fear of necromancy. Also, I probably oughta upgrade my dream service, ’cause right now I’m on the basic discount plan, and that mostly just gets you a lot of reruns and failed FOX pilots. Plus, if you’re lucky, Alf bloopers.

I suppose I forgot to actually illustrate the “stumbling around” part…so you’ll just have to imagine it.

dead bat

Illustration Friday – Routine

Didn’t think I’d have time for this thing this week, but ended up having 1 extra minute for drawing, or at least for drawing non-homework stuff. Anyway, the routine at the post office where my dad and granddad worked was, they’d sort cases of letters every morning while some secret inspector guy inspected their work from behind various two-way mirrors and spyholes and I suppose also cracks in the walls or maybe via really tiny cameras. Which, you know, always sounded downright creepy when I was a kid, and then turned out to be actually creepy when I ended up doing jobs myself where managers only ever broke a sweat coffee-dunking crullers while they watched everyone else work. Which I guess is a really interesting lifestyle, the lifestyle of being a middle manager.

spyhole

Factory Work

So, I’m supposed to be working on a whole giant list of other stuff, some of which is even sort of important, but in the middle of all that I decided I needed to tear down my stale old website and put up a new one in its place. ‘Cause, first of all, I’m about out of free headspace, since school starts back in way too few hours. And then ’cause, second of all, it finally dawned on me (and about time, too), that I’m not actually a designer, so spending any amount of hours or minutes worrying about design is kinda wasteful, ’cause what I should be doing instead is drawing more and more pictures, until eventually I get halfway skilled at it, which is scheduled to happen in about 312 more years at my current rate of progress. So, anyway, I got inspired by some really simple websites I’ve been looking at, and decided to strip away everything out of mine but the bare minimum essential structure. Of course, now I have to update the imagery, ’cause some of it’s super fossil old, but at least now I can focus on that instead of what color this or that font oughta be. Dang, though, I’m the slowest ever learner…’cause hasn’t minimalism been through seventeen comebacks already? Although I guess my version still’s pretty rough-hewn, which is okay, for now. Still not crazy about white backgrounds, though…

Also, I finished reading the latest draft of my wife’s novel, and I need to say out here in blogland, it’s 1000% wonderful and I’m massively proud of her for her dedication and imagination and talent. How I got lucky enough to know her, I will never ever know.

Illustration Friday – Detach

Oh well, at least drawings that are only collections of pixels can get deleted without the universe losing any sleep over the loss. I mean, I did sort of want to have other ideas, but that’s apparently not gonna happen again anytime soon. So, anyway, back to work.

illustration friday detach

Brand New Hairdo

An old drawing that maybe gave me an idea for a new drawing, although I haven’t done the new one yet, ’cause I’ve got other stuff to do first.

brand new hairdo

Illustration Friday – Sail

So, what’s going on here is, the first drawing’s a pretty ancient old drawing from who-knows-when, one that I was planning to redraw this very week, even before the new IF theme was posted. And, so, the new versions are from tonight, and I guess next I’ll maybe draw the island of the lotus eaters or something. Although actually, for some weird reason I’ve lately been thinking about drawing a Trojan horse picture. We’ll see, though – an extra busy week’s coming up.

old odysseus

odysseus and the siren 1

odysseus and the siren 2

Feeding Birds

This is all I’ve got today, just a quick thing done on the computer, as usual. Of course, there’s other stuff, but it’s all still half undone, so I’ve gotta get back to work on all that. Anyway, the only other thing is: I think last night I had somebody else’s dream by mistake, cause it was all about Katamari Damacy, which I’ve never played, although a long time ago I read about it somewhere and it sounded like something I would play. But, you know, it didn’t sound enough like that to make me dream about it all these years later. So I guess whatever nocturnal emissions beam our dreams out to us got mixed up in the ionosphere or wherever. So if you dreamt about a restaurant that only serves French fries or about seeing a dead bat when you were six years old, then that was probably a dream meant for me, or at least that’s what was on my queue last time I checked my subscription.

bird feeders

Moon Monster

Okay, so, I finished 1% of my chore list today. Which, believe it or not, drawing an outer space monster type thing was totally on the list, although I admit it wasn’t necessarily higher up than studying or writing or clearing up the wreckage of papers and tools strewn all over my poor old overloaded desk. But, anyway, I guess drawing something’s better than not drawing anything, even if it’s something pretty ephemeral and lightweight. Anyway, there’s now a cheap print of this thing on Etsy, ’cause I’m switching over from posting 3D stuff to just doing small, fast, flat work, ’cause of how time’s at the moment way too short for doing boxes and whatever.

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