Here’s the progress of an imagined industrial cityscape drawing that I’ve been working on in my spare time. Of course, as a family guy, working stiff, erstwhile cyclist, and somebody whom does a whole lot of laundry and housework, my spare time usually translates to something like “maybe I’ll have an hour this week…” This drawing is taking shape in a 5″ x 8″ sketchbook, and will be done…well…eventually.
Here’s an interesting doodle from my small, cheap “ugly sketchbook”, which I use for general, no-holds-barred sketching. I had just finished up seven hours of intense digital production work; seven hours of face-to-the-screen, fingers going manic over the keyboard and mouse, and concentration pegged to the red zone. I walked out of the office with a blown-out expression on my face, feeling somewhere between a zombie and a monster, which is what inspired this doodle.
I’m going to make this the last post for 2014. Thanks to everybody whom has visited, followed, liked, and commented on Sketchbook Warrior over the past year. I’ve enjoyed the interactions, and look forward to more in 2015. Hanaka Sameach to my fellow Yisra’elim, Merry Christmas to those celebrating, and happy new year to all of you.
Here’s a little drawing from 2010, which combined my love of all things Israeli and all things punk rock. After checking out the daily news from Israel, I plugged into one of my punk rock stations on Pandora, and on came one of the most classic of American hardcore punk bands. The band’s logo, along with my daily briefing of Israeli affairs, ultimately sparked this logo. Let’s see if you can figure out whom the band was…
Here are some progress shots of a drawing I’m working on; an industrial area/cityscape in a 5″ x 8″ sketchbook. There are no photo references for this drawing; everything is out of my head, and based on different industrial scenes from the Washington, DC region. It’s a little-by-little project, slow going indeed, but a fun and challenging project none the less.
This is my one post for the week, as I’ll be busy exploring this “going to sleep early” thing I keep hearing about. In the meantime, welcome to all of the new followers here on Sketchbook Warrior, and thank you everybody for taking the time to check out my work, comment and/or liking the posts, and making me part of your online communities.
Aside from pro cycling, pro wrestling is the best sport in the world. I’ve been a big fan of pro wrestling my whole life, and make no apologies about that (I watch WWE Monday Night Raw quite often, though in my heart, it will always be the WWF!). When I picked up a BiC 4-color ballpoint pen on to use as an experimental drawing tool, I knew that it was created to draw pro wrestling, as seen below (I also have similar drawings here on my Behance site; scroll to the bottom of the gallery to see the wrestling drawings).
At a certain point back in 2010, I decided that I wanted to get back into drawing and illustration. As the studio manager for a design firm, I spent a good amount of time looking at the work of different illustrators to add to my freelance stable, and one thought that lurked in the back of my head was that none of that work was mine. I dusted off my sketchbook, which I had for almost two years at that point, inked up a fountain pen, and started to scrawl away with my stiff and rusty hand. I pulled out a doodle from many years earlier, and decided to elaborate on it, which is what this drawing is. The focus was simple: have fun, spill ink, color in a big dark area, and merely create something to get me started on the long road back to drawing proficiency.
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.
“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!)
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.