Thursday, February 25, 2010

Grandpa Glasses


He was wearing his glasses that I love so much and a fur lined jacket which is another big turn on in a male for me. Yes, I am very attracted to the things that a guy wears. I probably wouldn't be attracted to this guy if it weren't for the glasses anyways.


via 365 Scribbles


I'm sorry Jenny, it's so incredibly late and you deserve better, but I mustered up grandpa glasses today @_@ I spent a while trying to get a right look down, heh. Arrrgblarg I'll do better!


It's not your fault and you've been good to me

Just lately I've been feeling like I don't belong

Like the ground is not mine to walk upon.




Yeah anatomy boo leg receding back into space boo.

On the bright side, I received my order of George Bridgman's Constructive Anatomy today! That makes four Bridgman books and let's hope I improve.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Young Hopefuls


Hello Medic again, and hello to Brendel (left) and José (right).
Can you feel the Schadenfreude?!

When I look at the way I drew Brendel/José all I can think of is "Young Hopefuls," hence the title, hehe. I only really included the Medic again because I couldn't properly crop the boys without getting Medic's quote in the way, and that bothered me lol

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Medic and a Girl Scout


So because my latest assignment has gotten me all crazy about Team Fortress 2 I decided to sketch some, let out that energy, heh. Somehow the Medic always struck me as looking incredibly menacing, even moreso than the Demoman... Demoman's more psychotic than menacing, I think XD

I also drew a female version of the Scout, as many have done before me. Would you believe that I drew half of her while sitting through traffic? It's true! It was just that bad. Mika said she kinda looks like a chola, and I'm not quite sure how to take that XDD

Sunday, February 7, 2010

What it is to be an Artist

I guest-posted this on my buddy Justin's blog and decided to share it here too.
Hope ya'll like it! And don't forget to visit Justin's blog, Random Ramblings! He has a bunch of new content up literally every day!

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I am an artist. I draw, I paint, I love to create. Hell, I'm currently challenging myself to sketch something (and hopefully post it) for every day of the year, the progress of which you can see on my own blog.

As an artist, I constantly hear the phrase, "Wow, I could never draw like that!" and "I tried to draw, but I just got so discouraged!" Though they may seem like testimonies to my skill, all I can really do is shake my head and give a small thanks. It's hard to see my creations as works of genius, difficult to separate them from the time and toil spent. I am so very often discouraged by the unsatisfactory quality of my own art that frankly, I'm surprised I didn't quit a long time ago.

Based on a slew of reflective art and design articles I've been reading, as well as the testimonies of some of my design professors and lessons in art history, I've slowly come to accept a rather stark theory:

Artists are never happy.

If you choose to be an artist, you must accept the fact that you will never be satisfied with your work. Yes, you'll have flashes of brilliance and produce great works, but there will always be that nagging feeling that you could have done better. And next time, you will do better, then you'll wish you'd have done that better. It's an cycle without end, which makes a serious passion for art something not for the faint of heart. And yet as artists we keep putting out our works, showing it off to the world because perhaps on some level we are proud, if nothing else but for the hard work we've spent on it. Writing is rewriting, drafting is redrafting and painting is repainting over and over.

Despite the need to constantly improve upon a work of art in order to keep making it "better," artists do have to stop at some point. There is such thing as over-working a piece, and I've done this a couple times. It's more horrible a feeling than having a work never reach its potential, because it means I've missed the point. Artists need to stick together in order to validate each other's works and prevent such over-working. This is why we need critique: it's not praise, and it lets us know when to stop.

Let's skip over to a small art history lesson on Michelangelo.

Michelangelo's Pietà

Michelangelo is the epitome of the "tortured artist." He frequently expressed dislike of his paintings and sculptures, even though he is arguably the best artist of his time. He lamented over the labour and scorned the finished product. He never let anybody see his initial sketches and drafts, definitely not a big "process" guy so much as a "finished product" guy.

Anyway, Michelangelo was thought by his peers to possess a special spirit of God. His innate artistic talent was said to have come straight from God, and that for all of Michelangelo's life he would strive to match the beauty and divinity that so inspired him—but obviously he cannot, as he was but a mortal man and not actually God. This was a very interesting understanding of him, and it's easy to sympathize in a way, whether or not you buy into the whole spirituality bit.

It's what makes an artist an artist. The inherent determination and drive to not give up and to keep going no matter how much it hurts or sucks. If you truly stop doing something, then you were not meant to do it anyway. This goes for more than just art, or perhaps this marks everything as art. Once you find something you're willing to put up with through your suckiest moments as well as your most glorious, that's when you know you've found something worthwhile. And honestly, I think it's worth trying to find that thing or things. I think passion is definitely worth it.

Once we inject passion and drive into what we do, what we do becomes art, and we become its artists.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Polar bear, polar bear


What do you see?

He's sittin' kinda funny, but at least he's rockin' a cool 'do. Apostrophes.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Was that NaBloPoMo?

I managed to drag myself out of it, into a whole year of doing the same damn thing. I missed a total of about 7 days (out of 31) for last month's NaBloPoMo, wow. I guess when it's sketching I'm just not as committed. I'll admit, you are not always going to see something pretty from me for the entire year. Some days I won't even sketch for the blog, I'll just throw something up that I sketched today for something else (like I'm doing right now).

These are 2 of 8 rough drafts I did for a Team Fortress 2 package redesign. That's my assignment in my graphic design class: to redesign an existing PC game or software. So I chose TF2! I almost picked Left 4 Dead 2, but I decided against it. My rough drafts for the package cover were due today, so here are two of my extremely rough sketches:


Yes yes, the typography leaves much to be desired but hey, they're hand-drawn roughs.

I'm supposed to be drawing one of Jenny's characters, and I sincerely apologize to her for slacking on it. This past weekend was not the best for me, and Mondays/Wednesdays are my longass days, but I promise you I will get it done soon!

Anyway, now that January's done, I'm wondering if I should still post my daily sketches in this blog. Back ot the sketch blog, eh? Or should I transfer my dailies to a tumblr or flickr account? Not quite sure there. Thoughts anyone? Where would you prefer to enjoy my sketches?