That’s just a horrible image. For some reason I’m picturing a hamster, his mouth stuffed with paper, getting back to his house and going “BLARRRRGGGH!!!”
Anyway, I’ve been trying to post all this crap for awhile but have had my time eaten up by either the Dr. Sketchy’s blog, travelling, or drinking/socializing at way too many birthdays/”I quit my job!” parties/”I’m depressed” parties/after parties/”my boss just got fired so I’m going to cheat on my wife with her to make her feel better parties”.
And yes, that last one I just stumbled into the middle of. It’s not like that was on the invitation or anything. Yeah, it was weird.
First, a coaster from the Windup Space while Gunwife Gone played their last show ever (some of their folks are moving away to raise bears in Alaska or something).
*I* liked it, but apparently I was the only one at the bar that thought it looked like a bird sitting on some rocks (which is appropriate I guess, since I drew it).
It’s a little easier to see with the blue removed.
And no, this was not a product placement for Camel. Though they’re more than willing to send me money to draw on Camel coasters 24/7 if they wish.
Next up were too absolutely horrible doodles done at Don Sinnish’s birthday party at Artist & Craftsman Supply (he owns it). Basically it was a lot of people sitting outside the store on a lazy Saturday afternoon drawing, sipping champaigne, and eating chocolate cake. (Three hundred thousand teenagers, escorted by cops on atvs, went by on dirt bikes at some point.)
That last is the top of the old Dollar Store (?) across the street from Don’s place and almost next door to Windup. I obviously wasn’t in the mood to draw that day, so I gave up at that point.
Went to NYC for SketchyCon sometime after that . . . got to actually DRAW at a Dr. Sketchy’s, versus running around putting out fires. Unfortunately, I was much more interested in meeting the other attendees (folks who run other Dr.S’s) than drawing, so all I produced were two pretty lack-luster doodles. (The models were amazing though.)
Yowsa, what the hell is that? This is what I was TRYING to draw (left-handed) while having a discussion with someone from Denver? Asheville? Houston? Who knows at this point. There were a lot of drinks at the session, and at the club afterward.
(BTW, that photo was taken by Katie Laird, who runs Dr. Sketchy’s Houston.)
This is a sketch of Johnny Dallas who was being drawn on with markers.
Next up, some crap from a session of Charcoal Club . . . a couple of them were alright, but I obviously wasn’t in the mood to draw that night either.
Actually, I take some of that “crap” stuff back, I really like the hair on the one above. The next one came out looking NOTHING like the model though.
Okay, I got bored and was in a horrible seat for the pose the model picked. (I’m usually too lazy to actually get up an move seats.) So I tried to remember Spiderman’s costume by memory and made a mess of it (not to mention accidentally putting the spider icon on his left pect instead of the center of his chest). The reason there’s nothing on the bottom parts of the arms or the legs, or, well, the waist, is, well, I couldn’t remember exactly how the patterns of webbing worked there.
Kind of embarrassing. Ohs wells.
Last but not least, my sketches from the LAST EVER session of the Charcoal Club. I’m not going to go into it, but apparently some old folks in charge Kirked-the-fuck-out at the thought of their being two models on the stage at the same time. Apparently this sent their minds spiraling into the gutter and they canceled the sessions indefinately (and believe me, there was nothing “dirty” about the sessions at all, it just gave all of us more than one person to draw and tended to mean there were no “bad seats” in the room).
In any case, I just find it sad that the OLDEST CONTINUOUS LIFE-DRAWING SESSION IN THE COUNTRY was canceled indefinitely because there was a possibility that the presence of two naked people sitting on a stage (versus just one) might halt the pacemakers of a bunch of old-stick-in-the-muds who don’t care about the sessions anymore because they themselves don’t attend them.
John refused to talk about it, but the folks who showed up to draw were definitely not afraid to give the skinny during the breaks.
Not that I’m going to get into it. [cough]
Anyway, Katia was the model for the last session. She was stunning as usual, but I’ll warn you now that the last one is the one that looks the most like her. Apparently I was all over the place that night, sketch-wise. You’d think each sketch had been done by a different alter (personality).
Crap, crap, crap. So I tried harder for the next one. It came out “interesting”, but certainly not looking like Katia. (I kinda like the tattoos though.)
At this point, I’m furious….”By jove, if this is the last session ever, I’m going to walk out of here with at least one drawing!” I even pumped and swung my fist in the air when I said “By jove!”
Now I’m going to have to find a new drawing session. MICA is great, except for that whole pay ahead of time thing, and Creative Alliance’s is at 9 o’clock in the morning on a Saturday, which I can tell you right now isn’t going to happen.
Alright, well, that’s all the bits of paper my hamster cheeks got.