Sketchbook Stuff

Some friends of mine have finally admitted to looking at my drawing blog. Sometimes it's embarrassing and then I tell them to never look at it again. I have issues. Hi Whitney!

I'm starting to finally figure out my parent's printer. I still don't know how to lower the contrast levels on it, but it's getting there. Thankfully all my drawings are in pen so I don't have to worry about pencil stuff.

I'm not very happy with the quality of this, however. The top is when I drew my nephew speaking in church. And then an octopus attacked him while speaking and he never broke character. True story.

The bottom two are more church drawings. The top is copied from this brilliant artist, Courtney Godbey. Just another study in style.

More fanart of Flipped! I'm still not satisfied with Bryce's design. I WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED.

Augh I drew one eye bigger than the other Hey look, it's a WWII WASP! I think if I lived in that time I would so totally be one. They are the bomb.com. My grandmuzzer was a WAVE, but come on. WASPs can FLY. FLYYYYYYYY

And more WASPs.

Oh, and that picture I took last album? I was able to scan it and I cleaned it up in photoshop. BEHOLD! ...I watch way too much Phineas and Ferb.

Here's a picture I drew of myself and my friend Susannah. We have complete opposite body types and I wanted to draw it. I originally meant to do a height comparison as well, but I drew her too big so there I am, just hanging back in the background...lonely...nobody ever pays attention to me....

Okay that's it. You can go now.

Photoshop drawings and one pencil

Terribly sorry it's been a while. I haven't stopped drawing within the past few weeks, although I will not be showing you all that I've been drawing as it's part of a little self-project that I'm trying to organize until it makes sense. I promise I'll show you when I'm done. It's getting there, I swear.

Here's another "what I wore" that I worked on while waiting for our flight in the JFK airport. I probably won't finish it. That black-and-white thing is supposed to be a book.

Another reason for my absence is I got my wisdom teeth removed on Monday. I wrote and drew about it over here. Here are the drawings I did:

Notice the great pains I went to make sure I had every last detail.

I'm not kidding you about those multiple chins.

Okay, I didn't draw the "Forever Alone" guy, but I DID draw the hair.

This was the funnest to draw. Drawing me with a fat face made me reminisce about all those good ol' far side fat kids.

I'm rereading the Hunger Games right now. I had a horrifying dream the other week that I was in the Hunger Games and that a guy I knew in high school tried to kill me with a pizza cutter. While the dream was awful, it was still inspiration! I feel like Peeta would be the most likely to use this weapon.

Now that I'm home I HOPE that my parents' scanner will cooperate. So far it hasn't. Ah, well.

Sketchbook gushing

I got a new sketchbook two weeks ago. It's always the best feeling to finish a sketchbook, because it feels like I'm making so much progress.

 Old one on the right, new one on the left. These are my ideal-sized sketchbooks.

So here, have some of the old sketchbook sketches:

Sketcheroodle Froodle

So I managed to find the CD and install the software to connect my computer to my brother's laptop; unfortunately, it doesn't seem to scan at very good quality. So I'm trying to figure that out so I don't have to outline all my drawings because my outlines aren't the best PLUSSSS I feel like it sort of sucks the life out of my drawings. But maybe I'm just paranoid.

Enough chat. LET'S LOOK AT PICTURES

More hands! The quote in the picture is from a story I heard from my old stake counselor Stratton many eons ago. If I remember right, he had a concussion, and he kept saying this to the doctors every five minutes.

Image Heavy (like YO MOMMA)

I drew a LOT this week. I think that's what happens when you don't really have anything to do and you can only handle so much Netflix. I still don't have a scanner, so here are some more photographed drawings from my sketchbook.

Some hand practice I did during church. Hands are extremely frustrating and difficult to draw and I feel like I never draw them enough. Church is a fantastic time to do it.

Sketchie Poo

 I usually don't show people stuff from my sketchbook, but after showing my sister several sketches, I've decided to post a few up here. Alas, I don't have a scanner. I've had to resort to taking pictures of my sketchbook. I hate doing that because it's a lot darker so you won't be able to see the drawings as well. At least I'm showing you art, right?

Sketches of my brother Tyler and below him my adorable nephew Max. I also attempted cartoonized versions of them. It's a work in progress, but I think the bottom right one's my favorite.

I have a complex about hating everything I draw, so I have to write myself notes to remind me to have fun. Have fun. Have fun. Create first, then evaluate. So I doodled here. And it was fun! SUCCESS.

A little fanart of Rick Riordan's book The Red Pyramid. The top two are my creation, but the bottom two are copies. Carter's is from here, and when I read the description of Uncle Amos, I couldn't unsee him as "Bleeding Gums" Murphy from the Simpsons.

This was after my experience with the figure drawing class. It was one of the most fantastic experiences I've had drawing that I had to draw it. I also wrote about it - I'll put it up here soon. Ish. Except this last Wednesday I got totally lost on my way to the figure drawing class and I ended up missing it which makes me SO MAD.

This is my friend Staci. I simply just drew from her current profile picture on Facebook. She's really pretty so it was easy to draw.

The above two are from when Kent, Mel and I went to the beach on Memorial Day. Oh, and what I wrote about that woman isn't sarcasm. I've recently discovered that when I draw people I come to fall in love with them. People really are beautiful. I love it when people look different - you know, real. Not everyone has the perfect body type, and that's okay.

Just trying out some different styles. I love Berkeley Breathed's work and read Bloom County a lot growing up.

I had a lot of fun drawing this. I just woke up one morning and this contraption was in my head, and I just thought, "I HAVE to draw this." Dr. Seuss is the bomb.com.

So there's this blog called "All the Belles and Whistles." I actually don't read it, but when I saw the title I just immediately thought of a Southern belle blowing a whistle. Southern belles are so fun to draw. They have the prettiest dresses. I want to be a Southern belle, dang it! Here's one more:

The hardest thing about drawing with pen is that you can't erase anything (okay, that's stating the obvious), so you really have to make a drawing work. I'm trying to be less sketchy and make more deliberate strokes, but dang it, it's hard.

Two guys I saw at a coffee shop. I picked the perfect subjects, honestly. These guys stayed longer than I did. I wish I could redo the guy on the left, though. He's a lot older than he looks and he looks kinda wimpy in that sketch.

Goals for next week: Draw more guys! Work on anatomy! Try to study subjects more before you draw! Doodle! Self-indulge! Study other artists' work and THINK about it while you draw! Variety! Have fun! Draw! Draw! DRAAAAAAWWWW