Here’s a drawing done recently at our DC Drink ‘n Draw Meetup group. The evening’s theme was “When Hipster Zombies Attack”, which was relatively easy to do since Washington, DC has its fair share of hipsters, and as both a hardcore cyclist and punk rock aficionado myself – though not a hipster! – I had to work both of those into the theme (hence the mention of DC hardcore legends Minor Threat). While I may be a slow methodical perfectionist, this drawing was done in about two hours. I was planning on inking it in, but I found myself simply having too much fun with the pencil. DC Drink ‘n Draw is a great group of artists, and a great group of people; we meet at various bars around the city and enjoy good beer and banter while working away into our sketchbooks – a creative oasis in the middle of a city saturated in politics, business, and general legalese.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody; see you all next week, and if you get too fat from eating turkey, go ride a bike to burn off the weight.
I spend all day creating highly detailed and accurate graphics and illustrations for medical and scientific content, utilizing many thousands of dollars worth of Apple and Adobe products. The work is engaging, yet intense, so during lunch, I sometimes like to unwind by doing fast, loose sketches with a $1.50 Pilot Razor Point Pen and $2.99 Clairfontaine GraF it 90g, which is one of the cheapest sketchbooks you can find. Here are some cars and trucks I sketched in the neighborhood around my office, each sketch lasting no more than two minutes each.
“Hey, Alicia; what should I draw?”
“Draw somebody who drinks A LOT of coffee!”
And so I did. Alicia is an absolutely brilliant writer; you should check out her book on the history of New York’s Diamond District. We were hanging out at the same cafe back in 2009, when I did this drawing. Alicia has a wonderfully sharp and detailed, yet prosaic writing style, so for her, I had to have fun with the creative license on this little drawing. So yeah; we do drink a lot of coffee, and when you drink a lot of coffee, then you eventually feel it sharply inside of you, subsequently needing the restroom, hence, the yellow area in the drawing (ewww…gross!)
Two more pages from my “Ugly Sketchbook”, a cheap 3″x5″ cheap scratchpad used to quickly capture or doodle just about anything. These two pages were inspired by some of the interesting people I see while making the long walk from the Metro station to my office here in Washington, DC. The top image was a hipster I saw longboarding along the street, while the second image was inspired by some guy I spotted sitting outside at a cafe, seemingly relying on his coffee for more than just an alertly-awake state.
No big story behind this sketch of a commuter on the Washington, DC Metro, aside from the occasionally frustrating notice that my trusty fountain pen needs a good cleaning every now and then.
“Hey Racheal, what should I draw?”
“I dunno…an angry person?”
So I drew an angry person, which wasn’t too hard to do back in 2009, when the economy crashed, crumbled, and disappeared from underneath us. And being amongst the ranks of the suddenly unemployed, perhaps this was also a bit of a self-portrait at the time, or maybe just at least a way to experiment with markers.
Last summer, food trucks became all of the rage in Washington, DC, especially in neighborhoods where lunch options were fewer in numbers. Though mobbed by long lines during the height of lunchtime, if you planned your lunch just after the peak hours, you had a clear view of the trucks, making them easier to sketch (though you never knew when they would drive away).
Whenever you’re in a creative rut, just engage a six year old in conversation. We were at a friend’s house for lunch, and one of the kids was playing on the host’s exercise equipment. We told the child that he would have really big muscles from playing around as he was, to which he replied “so big, that they’ll reach to the sky!” How could I not draw that! The thought manifested itself as some old-timey Coney Island boardwalk muscleman, and the details just grew as I sketched out the concept. Here’s the pencil comp, and the final sketchbook drawing, which I used as practice in drawing without black outlines.
I drew this in 2009, basically just having fun with all of the poor souls whom I see running during my bike rides. They may feign some sort of enjoyment of running, but their exude such a sense of suffering. I feel bad for them, and wish that I could just buy them all bicycles to alleviate their workout miseries.