As I attempt to draw more I become more aware of the kind of images that I aspire to. I am far from finding a style, as I am just drawing a variety of things and playing around.
I am also aware that I am using the images of other people to help me try out techniques and things. This often makes me wonder if I am bordering on stealing people’s work. I really hope not, and I’m certainly not profiting from anything that I’m using.
One such situation comes from a couple of images I have just drawn that were very much based on characters in a book called Belinda and the Bears Go Shopping (by Kate Umansky) – the book is a lot of fun and made for great bedtime reading with the kids last night. Part of what makes it fabulous, as with so many kids’ books, is the illustrations. They are by the very remarkable illustrator, Chris Jevons who has recently joined Oliver Jeffers at the top of my list of favourite illustrators.
His work can be seen on his website which is, incidentally, one of those websites that clearly knows what it is for, and allows its purpose to speak for itself (ie – displays his work) www.chrisjevonsillustration.com
At the weekend Isaac and I attended a great event called Press Start – it’s a semi regular event held at a nearby church and mostly involves playing on old school consoles such as the SNES, Megadrive and so on. This month PacMan was on a large screen and I think I set the high score on Tetris on the Gameboy plugged into a SNES. It’s a marvelous setup with coffee, donuts and even the tuck shop to give the whole event that sweaty / sticky / noisy arcade feel from the 90s. Isaac loved it (though he would like to be better at the games…)
Anyway. Inspired by that, and my current drawing of hands I submit to you, loyal reader, two of my latest sketches… I shall call them “Hand” and “Press Start”
Today wasn’t like the other days. Something about the light. Like all that had been before, the darkness and uncertainty, the fear and the pain. Gone. That expectation that tomorrow would be as today as yesterday shattered as he opened the curtains and let the light shine in.
A new day. Certainly. And this time a hope of a new beginning.
I’m not sure how to best summarise the month of sketching. Here’s a little overview in one image of some of them. It has been fun. My aim was to draw every day in January and I’ve done that. Which I am pleased with. I don’t want to stop, but I think I need to revise the plan a little as I’m not sure I’m going to manage every day… Also, my phone camera won’t focus on anything which is a pain. I’m having to take pictures of my sketches using the face camera of my phone. It’s not easy.
One of the great benefits of #DrawEveryDay has been that my children, especially Anna, have been keen to join in. They have, over the last few weeks, asked if we could draw together more times than in the whole of last year. It has been lovely. This has been aided slightly by the fact that all three of them were given different art equipment as Christmas presents. It has resulted in sitting round the table with our paper and pencils just drawing.
Last night Anna asked is we could sketch instead of reading and then said “let’s do self portraits of each other”. After a quick lesson in what a self portrait actually is, and then ascertaining that Anna actually wanted to do portraits of each other we sat down on opposite sides of the table and drew.
I realised quite quickly that while my drawing skills are improving I have no ability to actually make my sketch of a person look like a specific person. So, below is my attempt at Anna. Safe to say it looks nothing like Anna, but when Isaac saw it he said “Just call the picture ‘Girl’ and you’re sorted”.
The car didn’t stop at the lights. That much was true. The fact that the lights were green at the time didn’t seem to concern the police officer standing over Martin who, frankly, looked like he wanted a good reason to try out the gun that currently sat, holstered but unclipped, by his side.
It probably didn’t even have to be a good reason. Any reason would do. One chance to take out the gun, release the safety, and empty the clip into anyone he could find.
Martin didn’t want to die. Ok, that was not completely true. He didn’t want to die just yet. Not for another 37 minutes. But he didn’t want to be blamed for killing the idiot who must have jumped a red light. There was no way Martin could have stopped in time. Nor should he have had to, given that his light was green. And green, as far as he remembered, meant go. That is the reason his car hadn’t stopped at the lights. That is the reason Martin hit the idiot, who must have jumped a red light, side on at 60mph. That is why Martin met Officer Loaded Gun. That is why Martin was going to be late. And today was not a good day to be running late.
Martin looked at the ground. He had his shoes on the wrong feet.
This, of course, didn’t matter when the bomb went off.