Forgive me for this lengthy absence. I know it's Summer and I should probably be lounging around in a sweet smoking jacket, eating Cheetos and constantly updating my blog with cheese-dusted drawings. But I'm not. I've been playing sort-of counselor at MICA's Pre-College Summer program, as well as Teaching Assistant-ing an illustration class. It. Is. Non. Stop. The highly intense month-long program ends this weekend, and I still have yet to shake the weirdness of a bunch of high school students relying on my feedback and supervision. Yeah. Me. Terrifying.
Since I can't really concentrate/work on anything super-substantial during class time because of my divided attention, I've been casually practicing my technique with brush and ink. I'm feeling a little bit more confident, but, holy wow, the wonkiness of the lines is killing me. On the plus side, I have been blazing through this new sketchbook. Here are some pages. So... That top one is a quick ink sketch of my foot. This is the kind of nonsense I wear. Black patent Oxfords, black trousers, black & white striped socks. Dangerously feminine, I know.
The above image actually consists of three different pages from my sketchbook. As you can see, in addition to my usual pencil sketches of girls with weird sci-fi guns, I have been doing some hand lettering practice. The words for the page on the far left popped into my head as I was watching the students perform in the talent show. Sometimes weird phrases just float through my brain and I have to put them down, even when they have nothing to do with anything. I swear. No one was doing slam poetry. Or lines. Really. And the last page is a drawing of a plastic dog and some text from one of the assignment prompts in the illustration class. I don't feel like explaining it, so draw your own conclusions.
... Ah-haha. Draw.
In other news, I hope everyone at San Diego Comic-Con is having an incredible time. Actually, I know they are, because the endless giddy Tweets are bumming me out. You lucky bastards.