(I’d like to just mention that “Simplicity and clarity should be your theme in dress” is more “incredibly dry life advice” than “mystic fortune”. If this whole art thing never pans out, I know that I would have some talent as a fortune cookie writer.)
At any rate, the more hectic my job gets, the more hectic my sketchbook work becomes. Sometimes the only way I can unwind after work is grabbing a drink at a bar and frenetically doodling, while enduring the socialite wildlife and overhearing terrible first dates. Although I do most of my art-work at home, sometimes the couch sucks me in an Netflix (or more recently, a modded Wii, thx MW) takes over and I’m checked out for the night - so taking a rest stop with my sketchbook can be a good way to unwind from how stressful my job-work can get.
Working through some designs and some half-assed ideas for bigger paintings. Constantly wishing I had a better hand for script & calligraphy (have you seen this guy’s work? Impeccable!) , although I’m getting much better at it. So on and so forth.
Even if an unfortunate construction mishap put my tattoo shop out of operation for a couple of days, at least I got to spend it doing some sketchbook therapy. I go through these phases of colors - very rarely do I pull more than three tubes of gouache for a painting, but this new coral red is totally electric!
It’s also been quite a while since I did a self portrait, too bad this one looks so damn smug.
It seems as if that drawing bug is persistent…painting like this gets me so worked up that I want to throw out my phone, and lock myself in my house for a week or two. I would love to, but I think my work, friends, and roommate might protest. I can’t wait to clear my head over the holiday!
This also marks the first appearance of my alter ego (or Adventure Time character), the Ice Cream Witch. The limit to her powers is still unknown but she gains energy from McFlurries, and sucks all the fun out of a room instantaneously.
Chinese take out fortunes know too much! When in doubt, self medicate with food.
Drew this at a restaurant while waiting for a friend, which is a great way to keep yourself occupied when sitting alone in a crowded place and indulges my strong instinct to avoid eye contact when surrounded by strangers. Come to think of it, this was the first night out after I quit smoking, which would explain my determination to finish something in my sketchbook, instead of waiting outside aloofly, cigarette in hand. Ugh. That’s another story!
Another ubiquitous to-do list. They’re tucked into all my notebooks, my desk, crumpled in the bottom of my purse - compulsive listmaking is a good way to parse your day into manageable, tolerable, bite sized events - while feeling like you’re a responsible adult for getting things done. Or something like that.
