Um. Apropos of nothing, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate everyone on here (and elsewhere) who follows my work. I try not to attach my personal validation to how many people have a positive reaction to my creative output but… to a certain extent it’s inescapable. Identity is tied to production and all that. To be honest, I’m delighted every single time someone sends me a message or even reblogs something I made with a sweet comment. I see you, people who like/reblog almost everything I put out there—you are stars shining in the empty void. And frankly I’m astonished whenever someone buys a print or commissions a piece or whatever else—I’m a professional artist and should be used to it by now, but nope! Jaw continues to drop, flabber is still gasted. Y’all are great, and thanks for thinking that I’m great.
(Please excuse this gross display of sentimentality, it never happened.)
Here’s a little piece I did for the Philadelphia Orchestra of Yannick Nézet-Séguin, their current musical director. It’s going on the invitations to their opening night, which is French-themed—they wanted something with a bit of a Toulouse-Lautrec feel to it. Took a couple revisions to get the likeness right, but we got there.
werwolving replied to your photoset “Hadn’t been to a figure drawing session in months and had the itch, so…”
ooh what did you use for the inking? that stuff looks amazing!
Pentel brush pen! They’re refillable, but the ink that comes in them is pretty great for washes—very drippy and pliable.
Hadn’t been to a figure drawing session in months and had the itch, so I sort of went on a rampage this past week and did two of them. Tuesday at the Society of Illustrators (live jazz!), and then Sunday at Dr. Sketchy’s (circusy burlesque performances!).
Quick one and two-minute poses always got on my nerves during school because they just felt like wasting paper, but now I just draw them all on top of each other and find it both useful for warming up and soothing, in a destructive kind of way.
Today’s Fart of Style hangs out in matching dresses. Where are you going? Where did you come from? Is this some kind of Twin Peaks reference? (x)