Sunday, 20 September 2015

Mermaid in ArtStix

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is mermaid. And this weird thing is literally just a doodle in front of the television because I wasn't feeling very detail-y.

The one thing I will say is that there's a reason she's scribbled on. Well, actually scribbled both under and on, but you can't tell that from a scan. The reason? She doesn't exist, of course.

Well, it made sense to me last night...

Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Heart in Derwent drawing pencils

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is heart.

Well, I couldn't draw a Valentine and all, being me.

This is probably completely inaccurate and I suppose I've given Imaginary Model a serious heart condition, but gimme a break. It's been a long time since my lab drawing days and I didn't exactly have a live model to work with. Er, dead model. You know what I mean. Besides, I worked with dead animals, not dead people.

Not that it should make a difference, but you know where I'm going with this.

Anyway, this was just a half hour or so in one of my Moleskine cahiers, so not terribly bad for what it is. And I've really got to stop being so lazy about doodling. I see my last blog post was... June? Seriously?

Yeah, I've got to get back to some more regular art stuff.

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Sunday, 14 June 2015

Tent Trailer in ArtStix

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is vacation. This scribble is meant to be the tent trailer we grew up camping in every summer. I loved that thing, although I'm sure my parents had a love/hate relationship with it. On the one hand, lots of space but reasonably cost-effective to tow. On the other hand, set-up. Especially in the rain...

Oh, but I loved the rain in the tent trailer too. Lying in one of the wings, listening to the rhythms the drops made, being careful not to touch the canvas sides so that the bedding didn't get soaked; it's honestly one of my happiest childhood memories. To this day if I hear rain on an awning or something like that, I'm right back there listening in the trailer. And, frankly, feeling what it was like to be the one taken care of and not the one worrying about whether we'd have any leaks.

On a side note, this kind of camping seems almost dinosaur-like for a lot of people, and that's sad. Camping shouldn't be complaining if there's no showers and wondering if the campground has wifi. If you're going to do things that way, why go at all? I just can't imagine that kids today will have the memories of getting dirty, cooking over a fire, looking up unfamiliar plants along trails in guidebooks, and coming home exhausted, smelly, and happy like I do. Will they just remember whining about the lack of cell coverage?

I hope not, but it seems like that's where we're headed.


Friday, 12 June 2015

Bladderwort after a fixative accident

This started out as an okay pastel sketch of Common Bladderwort for work, and then... the plastic bottle of fixative literally split when I was trying to give the thing a quick coat. Ah well. I have another version in ArtStix that I'll use instead. It's the one below.

See? Art's still happening, even if I forget to post it most of the time.

Monday, 27 April 2015

Um, art?

It's the start of my latest project, maybe. I'm planning to move up to monoprinting eventually, but you have to start somewhere so this is stencilling with hot glue and a spouncer.

I dunno. It's a bit out of my comfort zone, but that's probably a good thing.

I'll likely be drawing a flower after this, though.

Sunday, 5 April 2015

Weapon of choice in Derwent drawing pencils

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is warrior. NHL playoffs are coming up pretty soon, although as a fan of a team that dislikes the playoffs so much that they haven't bothered to show up for years (sigh), I can't say that I'll be paying much attention.

The reason this goes with the prompt? Well, some of these players may think that they're warriors. Often the commentators call them warriors. They're not. They're highly-paid professionals who are generally only fighting for their salaries, given the fact that between the players and the management (and the whole system, really), there's not actually such a thing as team or city loyalty anymore.

Not much, anyway.

The closest I can get to warriors with these guys nowadays (the girls, of course, don't qualify for the highly-paid part. Maybe they're the real warriors?) is the fact that the sticks occasionally get used as weapons...

Ah well. If you want to put a more positive spin on this choice for the prompt, just think of all those weekend warriors out there who are still tying on the skates every week for some fun league or other. No highly-paid there either. Unless you count a beer afterwards with a group of friends.

Actually, that could probably count.

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Daffodils in tri-tones

I've had to edit the snot out of this to get anything to show up, courtesy of my fussy cheap scanner. It's too bad, because part of the fun of using tri-tones is the unexpected things you get when you start shading, and that's totally missing from the scan. It's weird, someone like me liking that random factor that's a part of tri-tones, but I do.

Anyway, the Illustration Friday prompt is outside, and this is me doodling part of a bouquet of daffodils that my father bought me. Yeah, doodling "outside" inside. It's way too early for actual daffodils here.

I suppose flowers would be enough for the word outside, but Dad didn't buy me daffodils at random. April is Daffodil Month in support of the Canadian Cancer Society (and maybe other international societies? I'll have to look). The daffodil's meant to be a symbol of strength and courage for cancer patients/survivors and their families, amongst other things.

How does that fit with outside? Well, I can only imagine that finding yourself in the world of cancer treatment makes you feel outside of a lot of things -- your former life, life in general, the understanding of well-meaning people...

Yeah, that'd be me. I simply can't truly understand what it's like because I've been lucky so far. Lucky for myself, but also in my family. One aunt by marriage and one very old great-grandmother is all (and I know how unusual that is). A couple of friends. And I can't even pretend to understand what it's like.

I can support, though, and you can too. Buy a bouquet. Wear a pin. And be there for those in your life that haven't been so lucky.
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