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Double for Something!

    Just when you thought I’d posted for the week, BAM!! This time I decided to show you guys a picture I made for fun. I do that a lot, don’t I?…

     Anyway, this one is to snub my nose at someone who told me that they hated all the ” muscled up dudes in bras” that I draw. Hey what can I say? I’m a contrarian. 

Because of that, all I heard was “don’t do that!”. And because of THAT… you get this.

     So to recap; I love all women. Amazing, interesting and my drug of choice 😉. But I draw strong women because they’re strong women. 

    Okay?

    

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[un] Sound

       What a horrible year! Or at least January was. February has a lot to make up for. Luckily the check I got from one of my old credit cards was a nice start. So let’s get rolling…

   This one is purely for fun. I bought this tanned paper notebook a while ago and have rarely used it. Plus my prismacolor pencils have been languishing at home, so it was time to dust those skills off.

     The usual tactic here is to use the shade of the paper as one of your colors; it’s a pretty cool effect, but I could care less about it. 

      I’m after time on this one. Not as a sketch, but a complete picture. 

       Honestly, I do images like this to keep the fun aspect of art alive. People always want to see their ordinary lives in art and I could never understand the reasoning. Why? But now I feel that what they’re trying to do is capture a feeling visually.

    So each layer of color adds emotional context. And if you miss that then there’s a good chance that your technically sound picture can feel dead.

     No artist wants a disconnect in his images. The thing with being self taught is that you have to realize this yourself; otherwise you’ll draw a lot of dead faces and mannequins, lol.

Recollect

    All of my favorite people seem to be either dead or out of my life in any meaningful way. That’s the kind of observation that can ruin your holidays!

I’m sure I’ll be fine.

     So last week I decided to do an online tutorial, live on Facebook. It was pretty successful; I had no idea so many people were interested in Prismacolor shading process for markers!

    A couple of people told me I had a unique look and wanted to know where I learned it. The school of trial and error was my reply. Sure, I’d like to be able to have the style of an Artgerm or Warren Luow, but I’m proud of coming up with my own solutions.

   Having said that, I often find myself inventing a wheel that already exists. But the process of finding and implementing the solution teaches me a lot.

     This will never end for me. I’ll always be learning something new and exciting in art. Always picking up a new technique. When I look at my old stuff all I see is what I did wrong! 

Rather than get discouraged, I take it to heart. If I wasn’t growing in both knowledge and experience, it would still seem fine to me. If your stuff from a few years back still looks great to you, you’re stagnating.🙁

     While I’m content with the praise I received last week for this image, I know that next year I’ll cringe a little looking at it. 

      It’s only natural.

It’s Raining Bricks

      So…I bore easily. Really, REALLY easily and art has always been the way I daydream. It allowed me to create whole worlds and explore trains of thought otherwise denied to me. I couldn’t imagine NOT having the ability; it is my mutant power after all.

      But I did lose it. Which should have been a sign that I’d lost myself as well, but I didn’t notice in the mess that my sanity was becoming. In the end I lost everything I cared about and did some inpatient time in a mental care facility.

    Yeah, not my best moment. But it doesn’t even make the top ten list, so no worries.

     One of the things that they offered me, besides a lot of pills, was a chance to draw. They were stunned at what I could do; so was I, having almost completely forgotten. By degrees, I rebuilt me. By hand.

    You could say art saved me. I regained my sense of self. Accepted a new role with my family. Got a new job. I turned it around. 

     Art was there when I was down and out. Now I draw everyday. I have customers, which I still find weird, hahaha. I’m content.

    No happy ending. But my happy place is only a thought away.

That Guy

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     I decided to see if I could duplicate a watercolor type style with my markers. This wasn’t a task I’ve attempted before; I’m a control freak when it comes to mediums. My watercolors aren’t very loose and flowing.

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      Once I penciled everything in and started coloring, it went relatively quickly. I’m getting good at breaking images into high, medium and low values. Plus I was going for speed.

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    When I was done, I felt pretty good about my completed project. Maybe a little too good. I posted it in a forum and asked for critiques. Everyone was very helpful. Then I got this question:

     “Why is he naked?”

     There’s always one…