Kate Beaton makes drawing Wonder Woman fun.
I copied all these from the excellent Hark, a Vagrant.
Except for this chubby Superman. I stole him from somewhere else.
Kate Beaton makes drawing Wonder Woman fun.
I copied all these from the excellent Hark, a Vagrant.
Except for this chubby Superman. I stole him from somewhere else.
For the 12 picture books in twelve months in 2012 challenge. Here you go:
I’m twenty-nine days late to the party but my first entry’s a no-brainer. It’s been a hard fall for me, but somewhere at the outset there was a day where things felt like they were working. I had spent the morning reading a story I had written the night before to my son. It was a perfect morning. Then, like I always do, I shelved the story.
I’m going to take whatever time I can find tomorrow and work out a first draft dummy for my first entry in this project. And then I guess I’ll post it here.
I found this thing today and filled out the form but I’m not sure if I’m registered.
So, anyway… owls!
I found myself doodling owls a lot last year.
For no good reason.
But now I have a reason, kind of, so I’m drawing more.
I wanted to draw a barn owl.
Sharpie!
Oil pastels!
It came to this.
That last one was inspired by this. Oh, then there was this one.
It’s catching:
Watching this video of Jim Woodring drawing Frank with such care and precision made me realize I need to take more time with some of my characters. This penguin particularly.
This one I’m actually going to blame on the scanner.
We stood on the shore and looked at the fog. If it was fog. Everything just beyond arm’s reach had been erased. Not blanketed, not shrouded, erased. The bay itself now only extended a few feet from the shore. We knew this because there were no waves. There was no bay full of ships, no ocean with tides. Just this shining ribbon of water between us and the edge of our story.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with watercolors. That is, I know what I’m doing with them, I want to know what I’m doing with them, I just don’t know what I’m doing when I’m doing them. Anyway, inspired by this:
I don’t know how to translate the moments of my days into pictures and words. How would Lewis Trondheim do it?