It was sleet and rain today as I ran around the park. I thought I had found a shelter under a tree to draw but there was plenty rain getting through. I use water proof ink in my Parallel Pen, even so the page was soon soaked. Ink transferred to the opposite side in a Rorschach Inkblot meets Chinese Brush Painting effect when I closed the sketchbook to get home and dry out.
It felt kinda nice to lose control over what I was drawing. And it felt nice to get warm and dry out at home too.
February the 1st is international Hourly Comic Day where creatives document their day hour by hour and post it online with the hashtag #HourlyComicDay. This is my fourth year of attempting an hourly comic and I loath it but still feel compelled to participate. I justify the pain in that I have a history of doing diary comics and it's the perfect excuse to dip my toes back in the personal documentation pool. I also get a fairly good response from social media which breaks the solitary loneliness of the work at home illustrator.
I hate it because I end up drawing drawings of me drawing because that's what I was doing at that particular hour later on, which I personally find a bit boring. After the 2pm instalment I was catching up with the hourly comic, answering emails, doing a bit of planing on a small illustration project. and reading a script for another more involved planned project. Necessary behind the scenes type endeavours that makes the stuff 'up front' work.
A couple of sketchbook pages. Went running around Thornes Park on Tuesday. I usually treat my 40 minute run as a reccy for something interesting to draw in the park, spied this bulbous tentacled tree and returned after my exercise to draw it. Definitely a feeling of an Elder God from this tree.
Wednesday I had a meeting with a client not that far away in Walton and on the way home took a detour to Walton Colliery Nature Park. A cold day but it was really peaceful by the waterside. I planned on colouring this sketch in the evening but the news of Mark E. Smith passing away kinda took the wind out of my sails. I wasn't a huge Fall fan but he obviously had an effect on me, as I spent the evening listening to their music on 6Music contemplating my own mortality.