Over on my Twitter and Instagram accounts, I’ve been posting some quick sketches of various characters. Here’s some Scooby Doo sketches from last month.
As a social media experiment I labeled one of these gorilla sketches as “gorilla Grodd” on Instagram. It got more likes, even though the sketch was just another gorilla head study like all the others. That one got more likes, because the perception of it as a known character somehow adds more interest to it,
“The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.” ―G.K. Chesterton If you drive down I-40 East long enough, the rolling curves and ample exits of the North Carolina Piedmont will give way to a flat stretch of coastal plain. Periodically the highway will present a sign or two
“I have only made this letter longer because I have not had the time to make it shorter.” – Blaise Pascal “Simplify, simplify, simplify, throughout!” – Alex Toth Generally speaking, if I can’t communicate the general idea with a few lines, I probably don’t really understand the object I’m trying to draw. Break things down.
Why are crayons associated with kid’s drawings? They’re sticks of color that can be put down on a page. What has that got to do with youth and immature skill? Marketing, that’s what. Too bad, because they’re really good for anyone who wants to experiment with color and color relationships. If I ever open a
My Dad passed away 16 years ago today. I don’t know how much of the drawing “talent”/desire/proclivity or whatnot is passed down in families, but he was inclined to doodle earlier in life. Though by the time I came a long I can only remember a handful of times he drew and most of those
A quick drive down our street and you’ll notice a couple of things. First, that the trees in the front of the three houses at the end of the cul-de-sac are a different variety than the rest of the neighborhood, and second, that those same houses have very different mailboxes. Ours and our neighbors’ on
My grandma turned 98 last week. She’s the last one living in our family from that generation.Her mind is slipping, but she usually knows us — though we have to remind her of names. She repeats herself a lot, of course. She wishes everyone she knew hadn’t died. What was our son’s name again? James…She