I went into London to see the most recent Laydeez Do Comics at Foyles Bookshop. Now, I’m not going to write a bunch about that because there is this awesome blog post about it, so you should just go read that. I met my friend Scarlett there, and she did her own comic about the day. Mine will be up at my diary comic blog because that’s what cool kids do, all the cool kids have diary comic blogs.
(Although I am not a cool kid anymore as I am too old.)
I have almost finished drawing in my awkwardly sized square notebook. It’s not been a good choice for drawing people when out and about, because it’s hard to hold and it’s the wrong shape to go in a pocket. I still love the Seawhites of Brighton brand, and I would probably tell anybody to get one of their notebooks. These are drawings done in pencil and then I’ve bumped the contrast up so you can see the lines better.
Then, on this page I’ve kept the natural tone of the paper and just uploaded it with some minimal tweaks.
Wow, I think this is like the worst blog-post I’ve written. I seem to have forgotten how to words. I used to be able to word arrange real good, now I’m just throwing them at the screen and seeing what happens.
Here’s a watercolour I did whilst waiting at Kings Cross for a train. I’m doing an evening course at City Lit, and I keep missing my train by about a minute, and then spending forty minutes bumbling around trying to fill my time. This week I sat and sketched.
Of course, the problem with the new Kings Cross is that the redesigned roof is awesomely hard to draw, and it’s such a vast indoors space that people are tiny. So I ended up doing this weird sketch of the space almost opposite me, trying to get the perspective correct.
In other news, I’ve started doing a daily comic over at my tumblr site. Updates will be happening over there every day, and probably stay irregular over here whilst it’s cold and I’m not going out drawing. We’ll always have Paris.
I find it hard to work sometimes. I’m not sure why, but occasionally I just can’t seem to squeeze out any artwork, and I want to spend all my time eating chocolate and watching some kind of terrible television series.
One of the things I do every day is keep a diary of what I’ve made, and this helps me keep track of the pattern of creativity. I’ve noticed that I usually have a big drop off at the start of July, because it’s hot and my birthday just happened. But Christmas is another period of the year where productivity goes out the window.
Think about it: it’s dark, cold, and there are umpteen parties happening nearby. Even with the best will in the world, it’s impossible to stay chained to your desk this month. You’re going to have to pop on a party hat and eat cake at least one day in December! That’s why I’ve not been worrying too much about my lack of productivity, and just concentrating on finding fun things to do. Above, a sketch of figure shapes from my notebook, filled in with Payne’s Grey and Venetian Red, is the sort of thing that I’ve been giving my time over to.
I brought a new scanner! I felt like this was an unbearable luxury, and then I went to use my old one and found that I wanted to beat it into shards of spiky plastic.
Back at the start of the year I did a workshop about how to draw faces at Dot to Dot, and as an example I drew one of the people who turned up. I was particularly chuffed with it as it’s done with poster paint and a housepaint brush that was all stuck together with PVA glue.
Hey, I got a job at the totally excellent Dot to Dot gallery in Letchworth. I’ve been working there a while, and they let me mess around with the coffee machine. I’m getting pretty good! I even remember to clean the milk spout after making a hot milky drink for people. Follow this guide, and you’ll be as good as me.
I’m usually in on Saturday afternoons, so if you’re feeling particularly stalkerish you could drop by and say hello. Maybe not next Saturday, as I might be going to Comica. If I can get time off.
I went an did an Arvon course about comics with Karrie Fransman and Dan Berry (who were both amazing teachers).