My sketch this week for AlphaBeasts is The Barguest, a monstrous dog or bear with fiery eyes, horns, and fangs. Native to Yorkshire, Northumberland and Durham, it is believed to portend imminent death or misfortune.
Monday, October 24, 2011
AlphaBeasts - B is for Barguest
(If you go down to the woods today...)
My sketch this week for AlphaBeasts is The Barguest, a monstrous dog or bear with fiery eyes, horns, and fangs. Native to Yorkshire, Northumberland and Durham, it is believed to portend imminent death or misfortune.
My sketch this week for AlphaBeasts is The Barguest, a monstrous dog or bear with fiery eyes, horns, and fangs. Native to Yorkshire, Northumberland and Durham, it is believed to portend imminent death or misfortune.
Monday, October 17, 2011
AlphaBeasts!
Here's my first sketch for Ben Towle's collaborative project 'AlphaBeasts'...here's the link if you want to know more: http://www.benzilla.com/?p=3607
So one letter each week. Not sure if I'll manage every one, but I'll try!
A is for Afanc, a water monster found specifically in Welsh folklore tradition, which preyed on unwary travellers (don't they all ;) . Descriptions are always vague, but it is generally said to be a monstrous beaver or crocodile, or even a giant frog.
I wasn't going to add colour at first, and kinda threw it on last minute. Hmmm...not sure if I killed it, but good practice anyways I suppose.
So one letter each week. Not sure if I'll manage every one, but I'll try!
A is for Afanc, a water monster found specifically in Welsh folklore tradition, which preyed on unwary travellers (don't they all ;) . Descriptions are always vague, but it is generally said to be a monstrous beaver or crocodile, or even a giant frog.
I wasn't going to add colour at first, and kinda threw it on last minute. Hmmm...not sure if I killed it, but good practice anyways I suppose.
Friday, October 14, 2011
the Sketchbook Project
So I have decided that I should participate in The Art House Co-op's 2012 Sketchbook Project World Tour. For $25, they will send you a little 5 x 7" book, you pick a theme (or let them pick one for you), and then you just go at it! All participants will have their sketchbooks exhibited at galleries and museums as they tour the world, then they will enter into the permanent collection of The Brooklyn Art Library.
Kinda neat, huh?
I thought so :)
Here's my first page:
And here's a link to their website if you're interested...there's still a bit of time to participate!
http://www.arthousecoop.com/projects/sketchbookproject
Cheers!
Kinda neat, huh?
I thought so :)
Here's my first page:
And here's a link to their website if you're interested...there's still a bit of time to participate!
http://www.arthousecoop.com/projects/sketchbookproject
Cheers!
Monday, October 10, 2011
Gobble 'em up!
Well, the ex and I had a really nice dinner yesterday for the kidlets; fun and relaxing!
Enjoy your turkeys, if you haven't already!
...homely little buggers, aren't they? ;)
Enjoy your turkeys, if you haven't already!
...homely little buggers, aren't they? ;)
Friday, October 7, 2011
HeartEater
Playing around with some textures in ink today...I remember now that I like using ink. Gotta start doing more of it I believe...
This big hairy beast is looking for some tender hearts to devour. He's gonna chomp them up with his big nasty teeth and spit them back out.
...maybe stomp on them for good measure...
(I kinda feel like he may have gotten hold of my heart these last few days...)
This big hairy beast is looking for some tender hearts to devour. He's gonna chomp them up with his big nasty teeth and spit them back out.
...maybe stomp on them for good measure...
(I kinda feel like he may have gotten hold of my heart these last few days...)
Monday, October 3, 2011
crossroads
first little sketch in my new Moleskine...(with apologies for the crappy iPhone photo)
Is it possible to begin again; to start over with the things that should have put you on a road that you would have travelled so far on by now, when you find yourself still at the crossroads that begin at your doorstep?
'sometimes the wrong path will bring us to the right place...'
If we're lucky, the right place is the same one where we originally wanted to be...
Is it possible to begin again; to start over with the things that should have put you on a road that you would have travelled so far on by now, when you find yourself still at the crossroads that begin at your doorstep?
'sometimes the wrong path will bring us to the right place...'
If we're lucky, the right place is the same one where we originally wanted to be...
Saturday, October 1, 2011
The Little Red Bird
Ok. I don't write. I always wished I could, like really write, but it's not something I ever really applied myself to.
Having said that, I'm going to start with a little story which I wrote a couple months ago. It was when things were really taking a turn in my life, and decisions which had been made in my head were being put into process. I happened to be talking to a friend of mine about these things and some of the similarities in our lives, and the whole little story just came to me all at once in it's entirety. I made myself write it down immediately, because when these things usually happen, I put it off, and then when I want to get it down on paper, it's of course gone.
The story is obviously in many ways about me, but it is also about my friend. I love him deeply, and I hope he is able to find the way that is right for him, and which in the end holds the least amount of turmoil. I just want him to be happy. :)
The Little Red Bird
Having said that, I'm going to start with a little story which I wrote a couple months ago. It was when things were really taking a turn in my life, and decisions which had been made in my head were being put into process. I happened to be talking to a friend of mine about these things and some of the similarities in our lives, and the whole little story just came to me all at once in it's entirety. I made myself write it down immediately, because when these things usually happen, I put it off, and then when I want to get it down on paper, it's of course gone.
The story is obviously in many ways about me, but it is also about my friend. I love him deeply, and I hope he is able to find the way that is right for him, and which in the end holds the least amount of turmoil. I just want him to be happy. :)
The Little Red Bird
Once upon a time, there was a little red bird. She was as free as the wind and loved to fly about the treetops. Her feathers were bright and happy, and her song was beautiful. She knew that it made people happy to see her and hear her voice, so she would fly down close and serenade them every day.
One day a man came about who loved the bird and her song so greatly, that he began to come every day to watch and listen to her. In a short time, the man was determined to capture the little bird for his own, so that he would never be without her lovely song, and so he could gaze upon her beauty whenever he wished.
He brought with him a beautiful gilded cage, and with sweet kind words and wonderful treats, he managed to coax the little bird into the cage, who could see how happy she made him.
The man was very kind to the little bird, and for years he kept her well taken care of, and she would sing sweetly to him every day, and she made the man very happy.
In time though, the little bird's voice began to falter ever so slightly, and her feathers began to lose their vibrant hue, yet she still continued to try and make the man as happy as she could. But even so, the man was becoming less enamoured with her, and although he was still kind to her, the little bird longed to fly free among the trees again.
Soon enough, the little red bird started to become very ill, and no matter what the man did, and no matter how kind to her he was, he could not make the little bird well again, whose voice no longer twinkled like the stars, and whose feathers no longer shone as bright as the sun. The bird knew that she had to fly free once more, but there was no way she was able to make the man understand that he must take his key and unlock the door to her cage to let her go.
Then one day, the little bird realized that she must try and break free of the beautiful cage which had once been her home, but was now her prison. She flew to the door of her cage, and to her great surprise, it swung open easily in front of her.
At that moment the little red bird knew that it was she who had always held the key to her prison...
...and then her heart took flight...
One day a man came about who loved the bird and her song so greatly, that he began to come every day to watch and listen to her. In a short time, the man was determined to capture the little bird for his own, so that he would never be without her lovely song, and so he could gaze upon her beauty whenever he wished.
He brought with him a beautiful gilded cage, and with sweet kind words and wonderful treats, he managed to coax the little bird into the cage, who could see how happy she made him.
The man was very kind to the little bird, and for years he kept her well taken care of, and she would sing sweetly to him every day, and she made the man very happy.
In time though, the little bird's voice began to falter ever so slightly, and her feathers began to lose their vibrant hue, yet she still continued to try and make the man as happy as she could. But even so, the man was becoming less enamoured with her, and although he was still kind to her, the little bird longed to fly free among the trees again.
Soon enough, the little red bird started to become very ill, and no matter what the man did, and no matter how kind to her he was, he could not make the little bird well again, whose voice no longer twinkled like the stars, and whose feathers no longer shone as bright as the sun. The bird knew that she had to fly free once more, but there was no way she was able to make the man understand that he must take his key and unlock the door to her cage to let her go.
Then one day, the little bird realized that she must try and break free of the beautiful cage which had once been her home, but was now her prison. She flew to the door of her cage, and to her great surprise, it swung open easily in front of her.
At that moment the little red bird knew that it was she who had always held the key to her prison...
...and then her heart took flight...
Hey...
I am a single mom, and, well I draw stuff. Basically, I'm starting over...my life, my career. I'm hoping this blog will help get my creative process and some inspiration going again. I had put my pencils down 15 years or so ago, and just recently picked them up again. So I'm a little out of practice, and quite a few years behind where I should be.
We'll see how it goes...
We'll see how it goes...
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