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
Sometimes I run away a little with my warm up sketches. Today was such a day, where I doodled like the brake lines were cut. Maybe my metaphor needs work, but you get the point. I did most of the colors in Manga Studio, but switched back to Photoshop before it was all said and
I’ve been spending a lot of time in my sketchbook this week getting ready for some upcoming projects and working out some character designs. Star Trek (The Original Series) has been playing in the background while I work in the evening, hence a few Trek references in the sketches. And, if you’re going to C2E2
When things get busy it’s hard to do personal projects that are more than a quick head sketch. But even that little bit each day adds up the practice points. If you’re keeping points, that is. Incidentally, my instagram account is http://www.instagram.com/funkwich
Continuing the theme of robots, here’s something I managed to sneak in between jobs today. His name is Gerald.
I bought some art supplies this week including new white acrylic ink for highlights. I also used up the last piece of art board on my pad, so I used the back. A felicitous convergence of two events on a week saturated with politics.
No time to write anything substantial or color the sketch today since I’m headed out the door to go to a funeral. Until Tomorrow, here’s Hound. He was always one of my favorites as a kid.