I have no idea where this came from … which is testament that the Doodle Challenge is serving its purpose.
For new readers, I’ve been pushing my sketchbooking, trying to fill out random outline shapes and make some sense of them. Check ‘Doodle Challenge’ in the category index for older posts.
Oh yes, and I’m fiddling with the post formating. We’ll see what shows up on the page 
Argh, it’s been hard to get up and running after my involuntary break from blogging, but since we’re here now, I miht as well give you two for the price of one to make up for the hiatus. Just don’t tell the manager, he’d have my hide if he knew.
Well, wouldn’t you??
A note to those who are keeping track: Most of the recent sketchbook dailies were made in 5½”x8″ Moleskine replicas, but with this one I have started clipping from a 5″ square one that I found to be easier to handle on the train.
Since I am fitting all scanned images to the same height, the drawings are proportionally enlarged in comparison to the ones from the bigger books. Gives you clear (and probably unwelcome) insight into the poor state of my felt-tips
There’s another of the fake Moleskines waiting to be scanned (first images will be online around mid-november), and after that we’ll get to the one I work in now, a nice and big A4 cloth-bound I happened upon. But we may be well into the new year before that sees the web.
Sitting on the train, trying to get home on time despite the inevitable, constant delays … This is the face and the voice of the daily commuter’s pain.
Although it was by no means intended, I think this drawing bears some resemblance to Nicolas Sarkozy.
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.
I look at this sketch and I think, “Goldarnit, she wasn’t such an ogre!” But then, that happens a lot. Somehow, if I try to draw from life, I always end up over-emphasizing the ugly bits, or even making them up.
That cost me my job once, but that’s a whole different story!