I’ve been feeling proper poorly recently, which meant that I had to throw all my smart ideas about doing stuff with my life out of the window and sit around. Eventually, after a week or two, I found I was able to do some drawing in my notebook – not much more than that, just drawings. I try and draw faces when cabbaging in front of the TV, especially lady faces, as I’m a bit crap at them, so lots of pages in my notebook end up like above.
Also, I like to start off my day with a few hand-sketches, trying to get the hang of them I’ve got to the point, after a few years of casually knocking out a few hands to start off, that my hands aren’t too bad. But the real skill is in sticking them on the ends of arms and making them look okay. I’m using a purple for the shadows and sometimes a blue for the highlights, which didn’t quite work because the blue had a stronger tonal value. Oops! Hey, that’s what sketchbooks are for. You don’t have to show them off to people.
After even longer sitting on the couch, some of my sketchbooks started to look like this – notes, writing, panels. Some kind of process, transitioning from straight-up drawing to the bare bones of something else. Also note that I started this page at about 11, then had a driving lesson, and then didn’t get back to work for ages. Driving is the pits, as it makes me tense, hyper-keyed up, unaware of my environment, and bored – all things that are serious obstacles for me, when sitting down to do some drawing.