July 13, 2011

     Since we arrived home late yesterday, I was unpacking today... but with several disruptions I didn't finish and haven't yet found where I packed away my pencils. Fatigued, pencilless and down to my last (crumpled) sheet of paper, I opted for a simple drawing of two figurines done with a Sharpie. The fish is ceramic and the bird is on a perfume bottle. Yaaaawn... g'night!

March 21, 2011

     Okay - so this isn't a new sketch... but I'm so far behind right now that I'm allowing myself to post the colored version of this previous drawing as a sketch for a day. I decided to try coloring this one, and in keeping with the child-like drawing, I wanted to try using crayons. I had a box of 64 I'd picked up as a whim somewhere because the colors grabbed me  (no wonder kids eat these things). I knew the paper wouldn't take water color, but I decided to color it with crayon and wash over it with water color since it would resist - which it did; and beaded up nicely, which you can see if you click on the image to enlarge it. Ignore the buckles - they're from the paper being for sketching and not water media. I'll plan ahead better next time, but an experiment is an experiment and play is just that!

March 20, 2011

    My older son commented he thought I should do another of the "scribble pictures" where I simply scribbled and then drew something based on the scribble, but he declined to provide the scribble so I lassoed the other son into making a scribble for me. After all, the original game, when I was a kid, was for one person to make a scribble and the other person had to make something out of the scribble... My second son provided the following scribble (I think he was channelling Joan Miro):

     I could turn it any direction I wanted, and I ended up using the direction that was 180 degrees from the orientation in which he drew this, but I have given you the scribble in the direction I used it. Can you find all of the original lines in the final drawing? 
     I drew the golden fish from the fairy tales, who could grant three wishes. Here, he's swimming with a companion, and some hopeful soul is attempting to net him with a net which is much too small. Magic can't be captured with a tiny imagination...