Remembering Douglas Adams’ idea that in order to fly, you have to learn to fall without hitting the ground.
Remembering Douglas Adams’ idea that in order to fly, you have to learn to fall without hitting the ground.
This is yet another of my ‘doodle challenge’ sketches, based on a random outline shape.
You may see this subject in cafés, at art show openings, and wherever dry white wine is found. She is most likely in the company of girlfriends, a cowed daughter, or cultural persons too polite to walk away.
He thought he was badass, well that was just a lie. He ain’t never smoked a pig, and he ain’t no homeboy of mine.
This is a little something I drew up for the Great Old Ones installment of the Astoria project. It’s a riff on the old adage about having three blind men feel up an elephant; each touching separate parts, they would give different versions of what the whole might be.
In keeping with the Great Old Ones concept, the three men pictured are (from top left, clockwise) Erich von Däniken, Charles Hoy Fort, and Howard Phillip Lovecraft. In the middle, minus reference, a coelacanth.
Sometimes I behave on the train. I don’t make hateful caricatures of co-travelers, I don’t exhibit their bad habits, tics, or behavior. Sometimes I just try to understand what goes through their tiny little minds, or what they use to cover them.
Here is a sketch I made of some woman’s hair, all done up in a bun. Now, I am as intrigued by hair as much as I fear getting it wrong. Anybody can see when hair isn’t drawn right, but it takes somebody better than me to see what went wrong.
Above, I give you the reason I didn’t become a hairdresser.
This happy feller is a result of a sketchbook regimen I’ve been following for a year or so. Draw up an irregular shape and make it look like … something. Don’t try to do the obvious, don’t try to stray outside the line. In the case above, the shape only turned into the guy’s head, but hell … Rules are for bending.