James fixed my printer this morning, thereby establishing himself yet again as a fantastic husband. I’d been in midpanic, since I needed a print Right Now, and he dropped everything, took it apart, cleaned the bits with Q-tips, and put it back together. Now it works better than it did out of the box.
Yesterday was pretty good. Bid on a coupla interesting masks on E-bay, since Money Frog has been doing a good job and I felt like treating myself to something weird.
And my copy of “The Art of James Christensen” arrived yesterday, and I am delirious with joy. It’s gorgeous. The guy does all these wonderfully distorted figures, but every now and then, he’ll toss in this magnificant Pre-Raphaelite scene with every figure painfully realistically rendered. It’s always nice to get proof that your most cherished belief re: anatomy–you gotta do it right, before you get to do it wrong–is actually true.
Better than the paintings, however, are all these wonderful margin doodles. They made me realize that I don’t sketch nearly enough. I used to fill sketchbooks all the time, but these days, I hardly ever sketch any more–only when I have something in mind, or need to scrawl down a thumbnail. I rarely sit down and just doodle with no purpose, and I think that’s kinda limiting me. So, terribly inspired by it all, I spent yesterday evening drawing these weird little figures. I’m going to try filling at least a page with Painter sketches each evening for a week, on the principle that if I get in the habit, that’s a good thing. They don’t have to be high art, I just want to get drawing more, and playing with distortion, since strict realism is beginning to pale.
Some of yesterday’s weirdness behind the tag.
My favorite part of this one is hard to see at this size, but the chicken just laid an egg wearing a little hat and carrying a cane…
The large breasted woman in the Barong mask at the top just robbed a bank, but knows that between the breasts and the mask, nobody’s gonna remember her face.
The sketches have already borne a certain amount of fruit, since this morning’s doodling led to an idea which is currently a physical piece in progress. It’s a bunch of cardinals on snowy branches.
No, like Catholic cardinals. With the hats and the big crosses and the bright red capes. I may not be a Christian, but I can appreciate a snappy dresser when I see one…
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