I’m still having a bit of trouble properly sighting the curves of ellipses.
Moving sustained drawings to be a larger part of my routine.
Still drawing controllers; slowly working my way towards more sustained drawings, but I’d like to firm everything else up a bit more.
Some old issues from a previous life came up today, and by the time I was able to actually get back to my own work, I just felt too drained to actually do anything. I spent the rest of the day catching up on other people’s blogs and re-visiting some old photos, remembering the old days in the Ocean State.
Still continuing with drawing the same old, same old. This week, though, I’ve decided that I’ve come to depend strictly on set manners that I always draw with. Both my right eye and hand are extremely dominant, and drawing, maybe, has become too mechanical for my own good. In a minor experiment I’ve taken to drawing with an eyepatch over my right eye and drawing with my left hand for a portion of the day—it’s sort of like being a pirate except really lame.
If you don’t back up your dreams with truth, you have a very round-shouldered art.
(I’m hesitant to be throwing quotes around like an irritated monkey and his poop, but since I don’t quote people that often, I hope this doesn’t seem too cheesy.)
About a month ago I began trying to get my drawing skills back into shape in earnest. It’s really been about seven years since I’ve been able to focus on making artwork at all, and it’s been frustrating trying to get back into proverbial shape. It’s primarily been the passage of time from when I was young and full of youthful ambition to the cranky, old man that I am currently. I feel like it’s been seven years of wasted opportunity.
Nothing special and by no means “good”, but back to working from life. Drawing elipses right now is killing me.
This is definitely the last day I spend drawing from magazines. My sketchbook is taking on the distinct feeling of a high school art exhibition.