Archive | July 2014

31: page of carefree cats



I just filled a page with cats.

Four of them are based on existing drawings on the internet, one by Rayne van Sing, and I made some pencil lines before inking. But after those four I just started brushing cats in ink freehand. I just put down a tail and thought up the cat attached to it.

Soon I started with ears instead of tails. A cat with personality flows much easier from the ears than from the tail, don’t you think?

Incidentally I just asked my own cat, who was deep asleep, in a calm voice: “Lillepoes, would you like a treat?” and she was up like lightning. Her flow might have been a bit sleep groggy but she definitely starts from her ears.

Here’s a picture from Lillepoes:

(the wig is photoshopped) She’s a shorthaired Birman, the brunt of the litter from an irresponsible breeder. She has health issues because of that. Inbreeding is so dumb. But Lillepoes is a delight.

I found new features in my brush, like the more chunky style of the little dude sitting in the middle. Fun to do and so expressive. I do recognize that style from an existing comic…

I like how this brush can do both: sleek sumi-é style lines and chunky lines. It’s a tad unreliable for sumi-é lines though, compared to true sumi-é brushes. It adds to the not-being-able-to-control-everything-ness which is something I ought to embrace. And I try to do so and it is liberating.
Did I tell you? I killed off my joy in Japanese brushwork because I let ambitions take over, I started to create for imaginary costumers. It killed the process of joyful creating and I haven’t been brushing in the Japanese way since.
So it’s nice to see something come back in these cats and not worry about things.

Hey, this was fun to do! Pretty carefree and fun. Will do again.

This is the last day of my July 2014 challenge of making a drawing each day.
Come tomorrow this blog will have a new name and a new angle. But still the same purpose: getting me to draw and show them despite hesitance. See you tomorrow!


29: three cats and a bumblebee

This cat is sketched after a stock photo:














I thought it looked pretty grumpy so I redrew it in a happy state:













this is a x-mas cat I have hanging in the hallway. The bauble is friendly, this drawing is awful. But I’m sharing anyway.



and a happy bumblebee which would benefit a lot from colouring.






But unfortunately I’m having trouble getting things done. I’m participating in a sleep restriction project and I’m under PMS both of which make it not easy to sit down and play.

I also feel everything has been done by others and much better too. Today I discovered the work of Amélie Fléchais and I am floored. The way she treats her pages, the colouring, the fun in the details, the stories, the whole atmosphere and the things she accomplishes. It is wonderful, absolutely wonderful!

And it stops me right in my tracks.

It enforces the hormonal whispers that I’m a failure. And it raises suspicions that having a public blog is not the right way for me to do this drawing thing, I lost my carefree approach and I feel a daily duty to post. Lastly: looking at examples such as Fléchais makes me feel that more time each day should be spend sketching and drawing to get anywhere. A requirement I cannot honour, not yet. If ever.

Three reasons that bug me and make this daily challenge hard to do. So… I’ll have to just wait a few days until I get my sleep and hormones sorted and see what’s what.

25: Enjoying Life


two drawings.


One to follow a train of thought that 20: Good Boy inspired.
(The bird was just to warm up. Hence I didn’t erase the pencil lines)
The second one was to enjoy the contrast between the furry bumblebee and the mole (?) in thin lines. Somehow the bumblebee didn’t turn out as rugged as the wolf in 20: Good Boy did. And the mole didn’t get the thin, airy lines I envisioned. Slip of the brush, that. I refilled the brush in a part of the inkwell that had no ink and then didn’t pay attention at pressure when inking.

I did explore the freedom of giving the animals just sticks for limbs. Trying hard not to care too much. To allow myself.

And I tried my hand at colouring with aquarel. I enjoy it more than mumbling in Photoshop. On purpose I used very cheap paint and a brush I probably bought when I was at high school (that would be somewhere in the last century). I work better with cheap materials, it relieves the duty to make it the most beautiful. (black line brushes are exception though. And paper. In those inferior material won’t bring freedom, only frustration)(Oh. I will get frustrated when these paints turn out no to be light fast. Hm. Guess these are internet illustrations after all.)

I enjoy the more accidental bush strokes I used in the colouring. With that cheap brush and unreliable paint (and an untrained hand) I just didn’t bother trying to colour within the lines. As I do with Photoshop.
But I enjoy it only in colouring. In the black lines I don’t enjoy not having absolute control as much…

Also I’m not drawing every day, as you have notices. I now draw when I want to, when I enjoy it. I find I enjoy my ideas for drawing more that way and I no longer feel the pressure of having to perform. These weeks I’m into a Sleep Restriction Therapy program and my daily to-do list was sucking the joy out of my days.
I’ll be cautious this more relaxed attitude doesn’t slip into not drawing at all.

I’ve found that when I start off by looking at drawings I enjoy or illustrators I admire, I easily get in the mood to draw. So for now I’m not worried I’ll loose the motivation to draw.

Two ideas for next month:
1. practise more with each individual drawing. Make several versions of the same drawing. After I finish one I often see things I’d like to do different. I want to explore that. Also: do a warm up.
2. study existing illustrations and copy them. (copy them in my own style, not in the style of the illustrator) (as if I’ve already got my own style! Ha!)
By doing this I get to explore their subjects, their lines, their treatment of space. Chun eun-sil is an artist that really opens my eyes in those respects.

Update: I’ve been just informed that I indeed already have a personal style shining true. I do not see it myself. I see i draw the same as I did when I was 12 years old. I have not developed since then.
However, I know my own eyes and brain ofte see not wjat others see. So I’m just tinkering on, trying to postphone final (e)valuation or justification my my style untill I’ve drawn a year or something. Untill then: keep playing. Keep going when my whim takes me,
Like the 12 year old I’m aparently am.

23: Yarn Party


“We’ll just exchange invitations until one sticks.”

I’m always trying to meet up with my knitting and spinning friends but it’s often a hassle to find a time and a place and an energy level that works for everybody. So we’re growing into the habit of just planning dates and parties a lot and see who can make it. It’s a bombardment of yarny invitations!
Individually, we slowly learn to not feel bad to once again have to decline but look forward to a next opportunity.

I made this drawing fast, inspired by the message of a spinner who cannot come to my upcoming party. Perhaps this is a way of drawing that suits me. I get inspired easily. It’s the thinking and planning of the perfect(ish) execution that trips me up.