April 25, 2011

hippo on a bike

I was thrilled to see this week's IF topic. I've been drawing bikes for months now, and I've started a project Animals on Bikes. Bikes are So cool, and I couldn't just post any old illustration, I wanted to go a tiny baby step further :D

It all stared with my good old sketchbook, as always:

Then, I played with Photoshop:

And THEN, I went a bit crazy!

It's 4 o'clock in the morning, and I know I could go on tweaking it for the next 3 days or more, but being my first animation ever, I think it turned out pretty well :)

This was FUN! I think I'm hooked!

April 13, 2011

IF bottled

I was thinking what would be the things that I would love to have bottled, so I can use them any time to make a cocktail that suits my mood. I wanted to bottle my cat and my dog, they always make me happy and giggly, but drawing them in a bottle seemed a bit macabre, so I went for the approach that's a bit more... conceptual.

April 5, 2011

cat frenzy

I've been drawing cats all day today.
I like best the very first one I drew, of course. 
And the weird things is: I started thinking about dogs very soon after I stared drawing cats. But I didn't let myself get carried away. I continued drawing cats. 
I wanted to draw raccoons.

I'll be drawing raccoons tomorrow, unless I change my mind, in which case, I might draw bugs, or elephants or armadillos... but one thing is certain... I'll want to draw anything but raccoons less than an hour after I start drawing them.

When I completely commit to doing one single thing, I get amazing (perfectly unrelated) creative ideas, and then all those ideas just go to waste, and leave me thinking I'll never have any new creative thought ever again. 

And then! ........ I get an amazing idea! 
... at about half past 11 (at night)
... and I stay up, happy happy, completely forgetting about time, till everything I see becomes a white smudge created by my lamp light mixing with beautiful colours of sunrise, so I go to bed, get up 3 hours latter, spend all day with metallic taste in my mouth, trying to pretend I had a long night's sleep... and I'm dead at 10 in the evening, and just before I fall asleep, some amazing idea violates my serene tiredness... and I can't do anything, too tired, and I can't sleep... the majestic birth of insomnia.

I hope one day I'll master the skill of writing down those misbehaved ideas, as notes, for future me to criticize them and discover that they weren't really that great.