This was another one of those random doodles, where I drew the little guy, played around with the pink paint, and finally realized the paint would cover him. I like the green and pink/purple contrasts.
The weather has cleared up in Seattle, and I am looking forward to the weekend. I've been rather low energy lately. I'm not sure if it is because of the weather, lack of exercise, or a descending blah mood. Whatever caused it, I'm hoping it passes.
Once again, timing is everything. I haven't been doodling much. I eke out about one doodle every week. Lately, the quality has been going down. I'm no We the Robots. It's hard for me to accept my limitations--viewing quality drawings with interesting dialogue moves me in the direction of accepting my limitations.
The summer weather has made a belated return. Here's to hoping it keeps up for the next few weeks. We're off to L.A. this weekend for a wedding and to visit friends we haven't seen in a while. When Julie lived in CA, we used to visit L.A. often.
I've used this doodle as my laptop wallpaper for a few months now. I always like my metacomical doodles as it reaches beyond the box (ignore the shadow--I still don't know what I was thinking). They're not always clever but they do provide entertainment for my little brain.
As evidenced by the photographs yesterday, we returned to Seattle after our NYC trip. I'm still a bit jetlagged, but I have hopes for tomorrow.
Many nights start like this: I sit in front of the computer and stare at a blank canvas and wonder what I'll draw. Sometimes I store an idea during the day on a scrap of paper--more regularly I have an idea but forget to write it down, which is the same as having no ideas. Most days I start drawing the Little Guy and hope for inspiration.
Once I have an idea, I either draw from memory if it's simple, or check sewcrates's photo page, or search various image searches for a model. I then start doodling away.
On the good days, I'll end up with something I'm proud of. On the normal days, I'll have something passable. And on the terrible days I'll question why I bother. As I was telling Jennifer yesterday, in my view, art is all about repetition until your fingers bleed in the hopes of creating something worthwhile.
...or a (poorly drawn) flaming pile of poo. Either way works.
It was raining when I drew this. Therefore there is rain in the Horrible. Sickening, isn't it?
It's still amazingly dry here in Seattle. It's growing cold, but the sun keeps shining. I'm not sure what the world is coming to: sunny in October.
Even though you may want me to. Still a bit blue. Not sure why. Maybe it's the weather or the job or the dogs. Who knows?
