More stuff without meaning or forethought, right out of my fevered mind! I'm calling this working on lines, and lights and darks. So sorry to have missed Dr. Sketchy
the other day. Instead of drawing burlesque hootchies (or art students who pretend to be same), I was addressing Christmas cards, like some Ned Flanders clone.
Above is a slick guy with his expensive car, obviously thinking of some business deal. Or, more likely, the five-o'clock martini. Actually, he looks more than a little lost.
Below, more black and whiteness. I guess she's checking on a sore or loose tooth. I'm not crazy about the dark brush pen lines, but am trying to work with them, and integrate them with the drawing. I like, however, the slightly warped quality, how things are off a little, which to me is more interesting than a conventionally beautiful or realistic drawing. I know these are errors, but I'm still working on keeping things in general proportion, making them accurate and detailed, but not too dull. I also don't like being too much of a "clone" of other, more successful artists, like R. Crumb.
Of course, he'd be out at the Cabaret, drawing the hootchies. There is a more conventional strip club close by (this is Ontario Street East, fabled biker territory, though my block is much safer and bourgeois), and I've sketched in places like that, but only because I was dragged there by more boisterous (usually visiting from another town) friends.
Don't know what would happen if I showed up alone with my cute little book and pencils. Probably would have to pay for a lap dance or two before they'd let me leave.
There's a lot more tabby-ness I can add to the portrait of Mr. B. below. But I'm loath to make it too dark or busy. As a kid I watched artists draw, and there was sometimes the step where a perfect, though light drawing suddenly went south, and I wanted to say "awwww, he's ruined it." I sometimes think this myself. So I'm leaving this cat portrait, munchkin legs and all, but will probably attack it some time in the future, when I'm feeling confident.
All of this is from the larger black hardbound book. I've got two of them: the large, 8-1/2" x 11" and the small one, which is roughly 7 inches square. They look slick, but it's hard to figure out front from back, or which end is up.
Labels: Boggedy Cats