Creative

Flame mail: A drawing

This started as another quick “spooky dark figure” sketch, but I ended up being dissatisfied with nearly every aspect of it, so this is not a quick sketch, it’s about ten different quick sketches all layered on top of each other until I figured I was ready to move on, which I probably should have done about eight layers earlier.

Enjoy!

This was done on my iPad Pro with Procreate. The ground appears much darker on my computer monitors than it does on the iPad. I’m inclined to think the iPad version is closer to correct, so I’m not going to tinker with it again.

Probably.

SUPER ANTICS

One of my internet pals did an edit of an old Superman comic (or a parody of the same) and made it more modern and better and everything. He is right-handed and did this with a mouse, which makes me jealous because I can’t draw with a mouse due to being caught in a weird limbo between being left and right-handed (when it comes to mice):

Original:

Edited, probably more accurate:

Night probe redux

I tried fixing the trees in this drawing, then just removed them and swapped in an ocean, along with a cloudy-looking sky instead of a star-filled one.

I’m not sure that this is better so much as different. But I like messing around with the different elements.

I’ll, uh, draw other stuff, too, rather than iterate on this one forever. I swear!

Earlier versions here.

I am not an idea machine

Not his month, anyway. I’ts like my brain refuses to focus long enough to get out more than a few sentences.

But perhaps I will bloviate again and at length soon.

Also, the IV has been making my right arm itchy the last few days and I can’t scratch it. I must use sheer force of will to convince myself it does not itch.

Three more days and I am hopefully done on this particular journey.

Cat:

slick cat moves

On artists suffering for their art

I’m pretty confident that the person who came up with the expression never fully understood the subtle interplay between the pain and discomfort of, say, a prostate infection, and the creation of art. In my sample1ew of one, suffering does not lead to art, it leads to wanting the suffering to stop. I could draw a big happy face right now, then splatter it with Jackson Pollock-style blobs of colour, and it would not make my prostate infection go away.

If it could make my prostate infection go away, I’d be up to my pits in art as I typed this. I’d be typing from on top of my giant pile of art.

Instead, I’ve been taking antibiotics and resting. Neither of these produces art, but they ease my suffering.

When the suffering ends, I will draw a Gum Gum Person.