February 24th, 2010

screenwriter, Kightlinger, hate

Hand strokes

24th February, 2010 © blanket sin – "leftbrain010"

Ions ago, before there was an economic budget report tightening the belts for everyone at work, it was easier to buy office supplies. This quick drawing was done on a steno pad of newsprint paper. I don't know what I was thinking. Yes I do. Once in awhile, I read the editorial cartoons in the local newspaper or Times magazine (Newsweek, etc.) I'm drawn to the cartoons that simulate the illustrations from the book "Fear & loathing in Las Vegas", dark, sinister, kinda sorta like the cartoon Shoe by Chris Cassett, but more twisted. As I try to emulate this style by trying to draw something out of thin air, this is the result.

I've always been right handed, and I assure you that I can draw better Obamas and better pics and better coffee beans if I wanted to with my right hand. But what we have here is the result of trying to think of some funny anecdote that might merit comparison to Clay Jones and Mike Luckovic. Well, as you can see, even though I've spent years learning to draw with my right hand, it seems my left hand is better. I'll be uploading that picture momentarily.

screenwriter, Kightlinger, hate

Truly astonishing stuff

24th February, 2010 © blanket sin – "rightbrain011"

In my last post, I uploaded a some chicken scratch as I made an attempt to draw anything that came to mind in the style of Mike Luckovic. It's a painstaking process as I gradually become aware, the more the paper is filled with junk, that I just don't have it in me. And so, once I've given up the attempt. I flip the paper over and start to give it one last try. This time, however, I switch hands.

At this point I need to specify that I've always been right handed. First I draw a shape that looks to me like one of those trendy haircuts college students are getting. I fill in the face and I decide it sucks. It in fact reminds me of the style in which Ted Rall draws, so I'm not completely disatisfied with it. The shapes I draw next remind me of Charlie Brown's head, or at least what he might look like if he had any hair, so I fill in his body with no particular vision of what I'm after. He looks like an actor rehearsing the role of Hamlet, doesn't he?

I say to myself, "Shoot. If I can draw Charlie Brown with my left hand, let me try linus." And that's how I manage to reunite the peanuts gang. Although, I was after a sexy looking Sally and barely seemed to accomplish that with the beer mugs in her hands.

What does this mean? I spent loads of money for college trying to learn to draw good enough that I might be able to land a job in a communications marketing agency. That didn't pan out. My portfolio is empty. I can't bring myself to work on anything I can comprise a portfolio with, so I'm thinking I should sell it. If any art students are interested… It's never been used. I'll accept the SRV. Considering taxes make buying stuff so freaking depressing, it's a bargain.