Archive for the ‘illustration’ Category

Bears and dogs

Tuesday, May 21st, 2013

The park after 6:00 p.m.

The bear and Mr. Twain play cricket.

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Sacrifice to Zangboolantar

Monday, May 20th, 2013

“Here’s the first illustration,” I say to my son. “What happens before this?”

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“The mighty bear snatches the children and hoists them to his shoulders. Suddenly the minor god Zangboolantar appears and tells the bear that he must sacrifice the children on the top of Mount Grabfalder. Two giant purple lightening bolts blast out of the skies and incinerate the children into dust.”

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More sketching

Sunday, May 19th, 2013

My favourite web site right now is Brain Pickings. The curator of this information believes in the idea of Networked Knowledge and Combinatorial Creativity, an idea that resonates with me like nothing else has before.

~ Neil Gaiman

It’s the answer I’ve been looking for all my life, to everyone who’s told me that there are no new ideas, that everything has been thought before. This has become like a block in my head, especially with the explosion of the internet – you start wondering if all of humanity is just a blog of breathing, eating, shitting nothingness, repeating memes over and over, each new generation regurgitating the same thoughts, jokes, revelations, loves, hates. You start wondering if there is any point to attempting any sort of art at all.

~ Debbie Millman

Largely, the ideas of networked knowledge, when applied to the facebooking masses, just scare me. I don’t understand it and I don’t want to understand it.

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But when I start reading Brain Pickings, I start to feel a sense of calm creep over me and the stress rush out. And then a sense of excitement and inspiration flows into the empty space. There’s a peace in just accepting that there are no new ideas, but that all ideas build on everything known and learned and thought before.

Brain Pickings curator Maria Popovich describes it this way, “Now, implicit to this idea of combinatorial creativity is the admission is that nothing is truly original, at least not in the sense of being built from scratch, and that can be hard. There’s a lot of resistance in the creative ego to that idea. But there is plenty of evidence for this ecosystem of influences and inspirations.”

~ Debbie Millman

Recently, Brain Pickings posted an the amazing speech by Debbie Millman, delivered to the graduating class at San Jose State University. You can listen to it, or read the full transcript here.

She says exactly what I would say to my own children, who are finishing up high school and about to pursue paths of their own. My daughter is about to move to Toronto to study Comic Book illustration. If anyone can make a success of this challenging and exciting career it is my daughter, who is driven, like no one I’ve met before. It brings out all sorts of pride and awe in me, because like Millman, I think I’ve chosen the simpler path in my own life. I’ve “determined what was possible even before is was impossible.”

Millman says, “Our abilities are limited only by our perceptions … Do what you love, and don’t stop until you get what you love. Work as hard as you can, imagine immensities, don’t compromise, and don’t waste time. Start now. Not 20 years from now, not two weeks from now. Now.”

~ Neil Gaiman.

(Robot entirely copied by Erin at Robotaday.com)

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Drawing Bears

Sunday, February 3rd, 2013

This weekend I spent some time drawing as I kept my daughter company. She has also been drawing, working on her portfolio for art college.

I only drew bears.

A bear who loves his bottles

Bear in "action pose"

There were a few complaints from the other side of the table that all I know how to draw are bears, and did I really want to grow old only ever drawing bears?

I said, I know how to draw boys too.

Bear in another "action pose", and something other than a bear.

I tried drawing a pig and a cat, but they both ended up looking like bears. So maybe it’s true and all I can draw now are bears.

I’m just glad I don’t have to work up a portfolio for art college. It’s rough. My daughter has to draw hands, and rooms, and characters from all side. I drew a bear from all sides.

A bear in rotation.

She has to draw perspectives, and shapes, and expressions.

Bear showing "expression"

She has to do self portraits, and figures in action.

A bear "in action"

I can draw bears forever and who will ever care?

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The boy’s saga continues

Wednesday, September 26th, 2012
They landed with a thud on the water-worn dock of a lonely boat somewhere at sea.

They landed with a thud on the water-worn dock of a lonely boat somewhere at sea.

Words were exchanged.

The boy swam away and ended up on a warm beach. He liked it so laid, unmoving, for 3 days.

Eventually, he was transported across the sand by a pack of sympathetic, warm and fluffy sheep.

They installed him on a bed of wool and took turn caring for him until he regained his strength.

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boys

Monday, September 24th, 2012

This weekend I started 8 paintings, and by the end of the weekend I had discarded 4 of those.

Here are 3 finished ones.

This one is my favourite of any so far. I think it might, finally, show that I am starting to be able to really paint.

Boy in yellow sweater

These 2 are ok. I am especially fond of the yellow pants.

Boy in yellow pants and his friend.

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Sketches

Monday, September 17th, 2012

I’ve been sketching, mostly in the morning while I eat my breakfast, when the morning sun is streaming in the window providing the best light.

Boy in a Sou'wester on a Plain

Attack squirrels descend on boy in a sou'wester.

Boy in sou'wester encounters a friendly face just in the nick of time.

The boy was relieved at first, but then he started to notice that his new friend had really big teeth.

"Dad said not to touch it until mom gets home."

The boy's pants were all the remained.

The boy's pants were all the remained.

Boy in sou'wester with NO pants, running.

"Enough of this exposure," says the boy. "It's time to go back into hiding."

The boy was then pretty sure that he was invisible.

What he really didn't count on though, was the wind.

The wind... which was a bit crazy that day.

"What are the chances?" wondered the boy. "This really is not my day."

"No physical theory of local hidden variables can ever reproduce all of the predictions of Quantum Mechanics."

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Sketch: Breakfast in Bed

Sunday, May 13th, 2012

Happy Mother's Day

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Sketch: Bench Series

Saturday, May 5th, 2012

Don't engage drunk bears in conversation.

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Others walking

Monday, April 30th, 2012

Everyone is walking

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