More sketchbooking! A lady barbarian, people in meetings, and weird crawly floaty things.
Some freeform sketching.
This is the first drawing I’ve made for myself in weeks. My injury is still pretty bad so I have to be very quick with these. This was just freeform pencil-forms-to-brush-pen-on-spare-printer-paper in a couple of minutes. But it felt good.
Hey internet….It’s been a while.
I injured my hand about a month ago, which is why updates have been scarce. Being an artist with a hand that doesn’t work? Not the best situation. I am slowly recovering but it seems that my body has started to try to destroy itself, so there is a lot less art being made than I’d like.
Here’s a very quick sketch I was able to bang out before my hand started seizing up. It’s dedicated to/loosely based on a friend who has a really fantastic tattoo.
(The actual tattoo in question is fairly different. I am hoping that when I heal a bit more I can make a finished piece that captures what it feels like to look at, rather than necessarily an actual likeness of it. I had a whole series of these planned out before the injury, which is killing me)
More stuff from DnD. The bottom image was mostly drawn with my left hand (and slowly) because I was starting to develop my (now current and infuriating) hand injury. This is also why I have been posting less.
(Hopefully it will heal sooner rather than later so I can get back to drawing and stop feeling like the worst artist ever? I haven’t gone without drawing something for myself this long since I broke my hand when I was 10.)
A thing sits in the corner of a room, abandoned. He is the result of a failed human-animal hybrid experiment. His mouth grins and twitches uselessly, his snarl curling from human lips to a distended muzzle. He lies gangrenous, his arms bloodied stumps and his skin riddled with infections. He babbles nonsense and stares without focus.
Before I injured my hand (hence the complete lack of posting lately) I did some drawing of a DnD game that one of my best friends was running. It was a good and surprisingly sad story arc.
Faces! Faces everywhere!
More sketches! I’ve been using brush pens and ink brush again in my sketchbook because it makes me happy. :)
Taken Back to the Outskirts, 2012
Working on a bunch of projects that I cannot share yet, so that’s why posting here is scarce lately!
What I can share—some extremely rough, fast, 3-am 2-page spreads from my sketchbook. Working towards a series I will be doing my “old fashioned” way (hand-inked as opposed to digital) on some good crunchy paper. Text is possible, but unlikely.
Stuck in the train station, waiting for a delayed train, people-watching.
Something big I’m working on. Didn’t have access to my tablet while I was scanning this, so I laid out the colors via touchpad (i.e messily, but there).
This is four layers of different inks—one layer which is entirely comprised of squirming bodies! There was a night this past week with me huddled over my drawing table inking millimeter upon millimeter of writhing-thing and imagining screaming “WHY DO I MAKE THESE CHOICES” because a millimeter at a time does not feel like it is progressing at all…but ultimately, it feels so much better than clone-stamping a few things. I know most people won’t notice the difference, butIwill.
I can’t get the image of grouchy Christmas Wolverine with little mistletoe berries-and-leaves on the end of his hair…spike…things…out of my head. Even though it is June.
Murruh Krssmrzz or something hnggh mangruntysound.