Thursday, 22 January 2015
Friday, 16 January 2015
I don't use a sketchbook. History. I never drew in the sketchbook for twenty years. I drew on sheets of Canson paper. I don't use a sketchbook much in the traditional way of 'sketching' from life - it is a notebook. The warm up. It has become the run up. Some images have been posted here before. But stick with it. From a quarter of the way in, a Jumbo 10 x 10 sketching pad cost £7.80.
Friday, 9 January 2015
Tuesday, 6 January 2015
January 23rd 2015: On reflection I think I would have started drawing the boy first and then King Neptune Father figure emerging from the North Sea behind him.........and then the horizon line spreading eastwards across to the other page followed by directionless animal nonsense, and there you have it.
And you dip the pen in the bottle at intervals and you draw. Like scales, not fish scales. Practice makes perfect. Like playing the piano. Like bowling a cricket ball. Because I'm scared. And the ink spreads. The line marches outwards. Invades the cheap rag paper. Draw from experience. Recent history. Two days in Cromer.Why are you doing this? Because the commissions have dried up. Because people don't get my ironic humour in print? Because Americans don't get my sarcasm? Because my past has caught up with me. Because I became complacent. Because my brain is a pea? I'm attempting the impossible. I'm trying to dig up, I'm trying to find an idea for a childrens book. Huh. Hysterical. Hilarious. Git! So why don't I scribble with a wax crayon?
Saturday, 3 January 2015
Anyway using a sketchbook to map out a book idea? Groping around in the dark.