Already missed a couple of days of drawing with travelling and sorting stuff. Oh well. Grabbed a few minutes during work to sketch my work environment (at home). I spent too long trying to get proportions and stuff right before allowing myself to loosen up and just make scribbly marks on the paper. May not look good, but it felt much better, and freer than previously.
An abortive attempt at copying a butterfly from a book of insects, and an even worse attempt at a grasshopper. The proportions were all wrong (actually, they were wrong on the butterfly, but not as badly)
Slightly better attempt at the grasshopper, a Lego Ninjago figure belonging to my son, and a couple of christmas decorations (a dove and a star).
Last month, my sister wrote a blog post about being “able” to draw.
I come from a family of artists on my Dad’s side. He was a graphic designer and book illustrator and both his brothers have been involved in painting or book illustration at times. Both my paternal grandparents were illustrators (my grandfather illustrated the 1976 Guinness Book of World Records and posters for Oliver):
My sister has artistic aptitude, as you can see from her blog and galleries and is working on illustrating children’s books. I, however, have always been the “science-y” one. Drawing has never come easily to me. Proportions are wrong, and I lose patience and interest quickly.
Reading Susie’s post, though, inspired me to try again. I bought myself a sketch pad and some pencils and a cheap netbook case to keep them in, and I am trying to draw something every day. To keep me at it, I’m going to post it all here, however crap it is. I’m hoping that by simply getting something down on paper most days, I’ll start to improve or at least find a style of my own that doesn’t look too awful.
Here’s my first drawing. Just a collection of things lying around the living room at Christmas.