Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Sorry for the lack of posts lately, it's been literally raining assignments. In fact I don't think I've ever had my schedule packed this tight. I can feel slight twinges and aches in my wrists and fingers, so I'm trying my best to spread out my schedule as much as possible.
I really need to work on my posture when sitting at my desk. It's so easy to get lost in what you're doing and not realize you're sitting in a pretzel type position, hunched over, with your arms and elbows in odd angels to avoid various reference materials strewn throughout the desk. My thought is that if I want to do this for a long time I'd better treat my body better. Speaking of which, all this typing was probably not a good idea. Time to ice my hands.
Above is a color sketch to test out some things for a current assignment.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Anton Ego: In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Just a reminder that auctions of have begun for Robert's Snow! Own a piece of art from your favorite children's illustrator and help fight cancer. You can view the current snow flakes here.
The auction will be going until Friday, so while stuffing yourself with er... stuffing this Thanksgiving, why not contribute to a good cause?
Monday, November 19, 2007
A lot of Olympic athletes, including figure skater Michelle Kwan, have pre-competition superstitions they swear by. Read an interesting article about it here.
And above is my illustration Friday entry. A figure skater who always curls her tail before matches.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I'd love to be a fly on the wall of other illustrators to see how they deal with problems. Especially lately. I had an idea for a Christmas card, and no matter how many times I sketched it out I couldn't get it right. You know in comics - especially Peanuts - when a scribble cloud is drawn over a character's head to show anger or frustration? I had a big one above my own head while I worked on this last night. Just leave it alone, you might say. Give it some time, take a break. Already did that--several times. To add to it, there's time pressure and pressure in terms of a lot (and I mean A LOT) of people seeing this illustration in the end. And just when I think I'm getting it right, Lucy pulls the football from underneath me. AAAARRRRRRRGH! I say.
I went for a bike ride around the lake today and didn't think about the drawing. I only thought about the colors reflecting off the water, and the falling leaves. I thought about the other biker I passed dressed in a bike helmet and death-metal attire (including looooong goatie)and his surprisingly disarming, friendly smile.
With the minutes ticking by tonight, and the card due tomorrow, I have a half done painting, and it's actually working. Maybe I just jinxed it by saying that, but ah well.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sorry for the lack of posting this past week. Here is one of about 20 or 30 doodles I did recently that actually came out okay. The rest have an appointment with my waste paper basket. Oh, and do wear shades when viewing this yellow. You might as well be staring at the sun.
Monday, November 05, 2007
I guess a crown is a kind of hat, right? I actually had a tiger suit when I was around this age. And I thought for sure when I put it on it would make me strong enough to defend myself against my older brothers. WRONG. I sure did have fun with it though.
These are both (the post below) new images created just for IF!
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Today started out like any other day. Little did I know what lurked in the dusty corners of my art studio. I was working on a mini-book to test out some images for a new manuscript (I've finished the dummy of the previous story and am waiting for an updated operating system to scan it all in). Alls it took was a quick, thoughtless flick of the wrist to have the entire contents of my Higgins Black Magic Ink spill all over my hands, desk, rug, pajamas and drawing. At least it wasn't something I had spent days on. But still, I was not happy. One bit of humor did keep me from getting too annoyed. The boy seems to be smiling and looking right at the blob. "Hi Blob, it's so nice to see you again," said Henry. There we go, I'll run with that as a new direction for the story. Then I don't have to redraw anything.