I haven’t kept a sketchbook consistently for a very long time. In college, they were like little illuminated pamphlets shared between friends – packed with different styles, trying out new things on every page.
The year after I graduated from college, I started a company with friends, started calling myself a “Creative Director” and all drawing became a thing of urgent task/assignment/utility. A useful means to ends I didn’t even care about.
I get to draw a lot these days, but I’m still far away from the frequency and variety of yesteryear – but I’m working on it.
Recently, I discovered that at home I’m still drawing in a sketchbook I started over 5 years ago. I’m relieved that it’s almost full and I can start again. I can recommit to taking drawing seriously and put a finished composition of some kind on every page. Until then, here are some of my (few) favorites from the book I’m still on:
These first couple were at the beginning of the sketchbook. I could draw like this forever. It uses the same fake anatomy part of my brain that drawing superheroes required in Junior High. Molten voluminous flesh.
This next guy… he ain’t hearing your bullcrap.
I drew this cat from something on TV. I paused some old cartoon and drew the cat – not sure what it and I don’t remember if I took any liberties with it or wanted to just capture the thing from my DVR. I will never know, I’m sure.
I’ll post more soon.