Two faces


Two faces today.  I got the idea for the second while perusing a pair of jeans at a thrift shop.  “Dear Darlin” started playing in the background and, finding myself more and more susceptible to pop music of late, I went home to google the singer…  Maybe this is a sign of age, but my musical immune system isn’t what it was during my critical and selective youth.  These days, music comes in through the ears–while doing groceries, or walking down the street, or in a cafe–and tends to stay where it ends up, looping through my head at the strangest moments.

The first face was an exercise in feathering–a technique common to comics for making gradations from dark to light.  Any tips and tricks out there on how to actually feather with a brush?  I’ve been practicing for many months, and am beginning to think that the manual dexterity required to do it is beyond human.

Materials-wise, lots of ink under ink here.  I discovered that mixing my green with my red  produced… purpleDoes this not defy the long-standing principles of colour theory?  Oh, the strange and secret properties of ink and it’s magical chemistry…

Sketch book



Just a few entries from my sketchbook today.

One way of getting more comfortable with inks, I’ve been told, is to try free-hand work, or working in ink without the ‘safety-net’ of penciling in the image underneath first.  I didn’t follow that advice completely here, but I’m learning that it’s freeing to explore ink as a medium in and of itself, letting the brush go where it likes, and allowing it to produce images where it will.  The element of surprise is always fun, and keeps things new.  I would even say that a lot of the images which I’ve come to like are often the ones that happen completely unplanned, when I’m taking ‘drawing’ the least seriously as an endeavor.  They are “happy accidents” as my old art teacher used to say.