I have been designing a couple of medieval characters. Here they are in their early stages, using symmetry and overlay to create something new in them that I can not see yet. They are the skeletons which I shall trace over, altering an arm gesture here and slight facial change there to get away from complete symmetry; which apparently, the desire for is a sign of madness.
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
Went to the Royal Armouries yesterday for a bit of 'visual' research, they didn't have any displays of what I needed (Tsar/Russian type uniforms) so ended up drawing a bit of the Tiger Hunt display to flex my drawing muscles more than anything else. Will do the research I need on line some other time.
We found time to people watch and draw from the lofty heights of the first floor of Pret A Manger in the centre of Leeds. The afternoon sun was streaming through the glass and it felt like a green house. Just like summer. Good to have the heat experience.
Not all my drawings were that good,but the aim is not to get hung up on details but to move on to the next one. That's how you get better at this isn't it? This is different drawing to what I have been doing in the comfort of my own home, hopefully it all goes into the mix for a more rounded scribbler.
Tuesday, 19 July 2011
He's all over the press at the moment for some reason or another, today in the UK he's the villain but that might all change, and then change back until it's all a bit fuzzy. Public opinion seems to be on the side of whoever feels morally outraged on a particular day. Although public opinion has nothing to do with it I think, politicians are seizing a chance to appear right and good after their recent expenses bashing, nothing really changes.
At his peak Murdoch 1981 drawing was from a black and white photo in the weekend newspaper, Murdoch 2011 from a bleached press photo in the back of his car. The photographers flash unintentionally creating too much red and giving the popular zombie flesh eater appearance that seems to be so in vogue these days.
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Last night I stayed up way past my bedtime, awake on paracetamol tablets with extra caffeine. Having not felt right for a few weeks it seemed the thing to do after a day of feeling extra 'out of sorts'. The good thing that came out of it is I managed to draw something that I was at least half happy about. Even if it was a slavering beast that took no thought at all. But maybe that's what I needed. Just the action of drawing and not feeling too precious about it.
I liked it so much I scanned and coloured it in. By this time though I was ready to sleep (Caffeine has that effect on me). I did a few other sketches, again nothing to do with anything in particular, random marks that I enjoyed making. So the question is, was I feeling better and that allowed me to draw, or did the act of drawing heal me? I like to think the latter.
I have been using a lot of ink and pens recently because I enjoyed using ink and pens. Using the pencil was great, I got my fingers grubby and thought twice about touching my touch screen telephone. Graphite was in, if not under, my skin. I get bored really easy which is why I like using the computer. It makes my work look new to me, keeps things fresh in my eye.
And there's always that voice in the back of my head saying that if I'm an illustrator I should be making work in colour, because statically that's what people like. By this time I have been to bed and woken up feeling pretty good. So I finished off what I started the night before. And yes, I prefer the original pencil drawings over the colour ones too.
Friday, 1 July 2011
I spent yesterday morning skulking around exhibits with a few friends, doing visual research at the Thackray Medical Museum in Leeds. Grimy reconstructions of Victorian life housed within a magnificent building which itself was an old workhouse. Managed to do a few sketches in the dim light like this one of Mary Holmes on her death bed being administered her last rites, that and the acrid artificial smells made me feel suitably depressed. Afterwards, we nipped across the road to cheer ourselves up at the spectacular Beckett Street Graveyard, where many of the workhouse 'inmates' were buried. A blue plate declares that the grave yard holds over 180,000 bodies. That's conjuring up images of mass pauper graves, bodies pilled one on top of the other. The sun came out and we caught the bus back into Leeds Town Centre.