I've spent a big part of the night drawing with my 0.1mm rotring and pale pastel color pencils on small sheets of brown paper, and now, in the daylight, I can see how much my style has changed. Some ten years ago, I used to draw on B0 paper, attached to a wall, because I'd flip any easel. I liked big chunky chalks, and long flowing lines to express movement.
I don't have any of my old drawings, and this is the only photo of any of them that I have, and the only one that still exists, thanks to my good friend, who made me not throw it away. She liked it and so she got it.
Now I miss that feeling of freedom and space that I had drawing back then, but I would never use the same colors.
This morning, I stumbled on an amazing video. It's an animated short, “Thought of You“, by Ryan Woodward. It has everything I love! It's breathtaking.
This is my illustrationfriday chicken.
I did another drawing a couple of days ago (my previous post), but I liked thinking about chickens, so I didn't post it, to make myself do another drawing.
Chickens are cool :)
I had that phrase going through my head for days... "you're always being so cagey".... I think it must be from some film I've been watching just before falling asleep. I wish I could remember the film.
My cat's been feeling a bit poorly these days. He'll be fine, he just had too many visits to his vet, and he's still getting jabs. He hates it. He hates going to the surgery, he hates his vet, and all the nurses.They're amazingly nice to him, and kind and gentle, but he's a wild little tiger, and would not be handled or even touched unless he wants it, especially not by strangers.
It's still breaking my heart to see him meow and complain, so I thought it would be nice to give him back some power and control. This drawing is for him.
I don't look that much like the girl, but they do... I mean .. they do look like them... and they think I don't know they're there, so I pretend not to, but I can see them ... all the time... in the corner of my eye... I wish they'd tell me their names... Until they do, I'll call them (from left to right) Sally, Cathy and Paula... maybe these girly names will finally make them speak up.