I went to figure drawing for the first time in months. I decided I'm going every week from now until the day my stuff looks like Sho's. I'll post my best drawings here every week.
Darryl was an accordion. He loved music with all of his being, which was a lucky coincidence, I suppose. Like most others whose appearance is strange or beautiful, Darryl was invited out quite a lot, and enjoyed the attention. Fellow music lovers could always spot him immediately, which meant free muffins at his favorite coffee shop, and plenty of open jam invitations. Most bands who he guest accompanied would enjoy the unique sound he provided, and a noticeable increase in t-shirt sales. Despite all the wonderful things Darryl had going for him, he could not help but feel a cold emptiness in his bellows. He spoke to a psychiatrist, an instrument repairman, and his friends at the coffee shop. Everyone said the same thing: "You are a hollow accordion, and that cold and empty feeling is the passage of air through your middle." Darryl may have been an older instrument, but he was certainly not stupid. If anyone knew how an accordion worked, it was him. This was something else. It was the feeling of a stagnant life. All the parties, the gigs, the muffins, they were a routine that he would miss dearly, but Darryl had decided not to stay.
for my last illustration class at acad i visited a place where they cut children's hair and documented some of the goings-on there. this project was a blast and i can't wait to add more to it.
Monday, March 22, 2010
I did some full pages and spots on Chief Crowfoot for a Canadian History project.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
quick study, trying to get the fur right
badgers!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
a mini comic book i did for a self-promotion project
Friday, February 26, 2010
some of the page designs for my pop-up book. it's a children's book about common dreams and their meanings. Copy on first page is hidden under the bedspread