First time using Tombow markers, had hoped they’d blend better.
Now I’ve gone and drawn dear friend Kambriel as an aquatic spinning wheel snail. I fear this may be a new habit. (Many years ago I did a small series of friends as ragdolls.)
She has referred to herself as Rumplestiltskin in the past, and as far as performing fantastic feats of textile magic go, that description is 100% accurate.
I went to the Getty Villa for the first time. So here is a siren of the original Greek variety.
This might seem like a stretch, so let me explain. Last night I attended the Live Talks Los Angeles event An Evening with Neil Gaiman, part of his tour promoting his new book, The Ocean at the End of the Lane, which had the day before hit #1 on the New York Times bestseller list. I read halfway through it while waiting to get it signed, and only halfway because I kept pausing on purpose. I had heard it was making people cry, and being shaky and feeling ill from a combination of heat exhaustion, lack of sleep and hunger, thought the last thing I needed was a good cry. According to the rules you could get the new book signed, plus one additional item, and only one could be personalized. I waffled all day about what that extra thing would be, and my big cloth purse was stuffed with options, but by the time I got to line up, it was obvious. I had been gifted a copy of his Make Good Art speech book for my birthday the weekend before, and hoped he’d indulge me in an unusual request once I got to the table. Long personal story short, for a very long time now snails have been a reminder to me to not just make good art, but to be mindful and kind while doing it. Despite having been in line since before 4 when ticket check-in started, I wound up in the end of the line for signings. It was late enough to be early, everyone was tired. I asked for a snail, ready to understand if an exhausted and sore-handed author who could finally see the end of a line of people that fit in a 1400 capacity venue would rather just stick with writing my name in Sharpie. He drew me a snail. <3
Now to read the rest of The Ocean at the End of the Lane.
I knew I wanted to draw a firefly for this prompt, but what I didn’t know was that when I’d start looking up reference images for fireflies, I’d find that they frequently throw their legs back in flight, like they’re practicing some kind of long-form belly-flop through the air. Either this is a very bizarre habit (or there’s some kind of evolutionary gain to not safely stowing one’s appendages?), or all the high quality macro shots of fireflies in flight I found are actually artfully arranged taxidermied fireflies, in which case I’d feel like a jerk.
Carl Sagan’s Spaceship of the Imagination from the original Cosmos series. Despite reminding myself once again not to expect too much from watercolor pencil on thin paper, this was a fun exercise in creating an image with the express purpose of digitally inverting all the colors once scanned. Below is the straight, untouched scan of the notebook sketch.