The past. Now, more than ever.

     

Well, long ago — Monday — I went to a figure drawing session with the delightful and sexy Merav modelling. I was late, so I missed the gestures, which was doubling disappointing, because gestures with Merav are electric, and I think they’re good to get my drawing into a groove, which these drawings are decidedly not in. Although I like the featured one, and the hands on this liney one are good.

As always, better without Gwen Stefani.

      

Yesterday at the figure-drawing session we saw the return of generous and good-natured Leah. She struck some really compelling poses, especially with the gestures, but my drawings were more confused than representative. Also we listened to a lot of Moby. I guess worse things have happened.

Locked in dreadful combat.

     

Modelling tonight was the regal Otiano. Otiano (whose name I haven’t the slightest notion on how to spell correctly) brought his dignified bearing to the stage, and I unfortunately I don’t think I captured it too well, although the final ball-point portrait is not too bad.

By the way: Does anybody like limericks? Seriously. Anybody?

Anything you want, as long as it’s Kid A.

     

Well tonight at figure drawing saw the return of itinerant beauty, Emily. I think my gestures were the best of the batch, but they’re just scribbles, so I left them out. But I did draw this super-cute cartoon version of the lovely Emily.

From space. Also, a rant in E-major.

That must be the cutest darn alien warship I’ve ever seen!

It’s a quickie spot illustration for my editor’s column; which although quite hilarious, really has nothing to do with aliens, flying saucers or the like. But the UFO was already complete by the time I actually read the piece, so you know, conservation of effort.

Off topic: If you’re thinking “that flying saucer seems familiar”. It means you’re probably acquainted with the stylings of deeply unhappy and viciously bitter comic Bill Hicks. ’Cause the cover of one of his myriad posthumous releases was the inspiration behind the UFO’s design. 

Bill Hicks, I find, is funny until the realization hits you that he’s not telling jokes. And then you feel deeply ashamed, as if you had been chuckling your way through the burn ward. Cynically, I’d have to say it’s a good thing he’s dead, because his deep hatred of himself, commerce, and the world, would have derailed the most successful part of his career — the years following his death. 

Drawing is fun!

     

At tonight’s figure drawing session the delightful and sexy Merav returned. My drawings seem a little stiff. I think the hiatus is slowing me down a bit. But I did like the gestures a lot.

Photoshop is my pencil.

It’s a reference desk employee with Zero Mostel’s eyebrows and Squidface! Cephalopod notwithstanding, I doodled the eyebrow girl in ball-pint, and kind of liked that, and more or less failed to capture the character in any other media. It would probably annoy her, and wasn’t intentional, but eyebrow girl kinda looks like a friend of mine.

    

 

Waiting on Wednesday.

Hey that’s Draco (King of the Dragonmen), as rendered in highlighter.

Art may imitate life, but life imitates TV.

    

Tonight at the figure drawing session saw the return of hipster sylph Claire. I had some promising gesture sketches, but with all the longer poses I think I got bogged down with the details, before making sure I had everything in place.

But we listened to some Ani DiFranco that I hadn’t heard in probably ten years, it kind of took me back. Nostalgia implies a golden age, right? So not quite nostalgia, maybe indifferentolgia.

Not quite Frazetta.

Look — I drew ’70s horror comic-book icon Vampirella. Mainly, so i could post her in this thread. Vampirella enjoyed a re-vamp when I was buying comics (for the second time) in the mid-’90s, and I never bought those books. They were full of scratchy, poorly-drawn, essentially-naked demon-women fighting for the control of golems or some such horseshit. And I’d quickly be wandering off to see if there was a new issue of Legionnaires or Milk & Cheese out yet. 

Be nice to me, and maybe I’ll draw Cannonball and tell you about my first era of comic-book collecting.

 

 

An under-appreciated episode of Dr. Who.

And so concludes our broadcast day. Well, this is the last dalek anyway, for a while at least.

While I move some stuff up from the back-burner, any requests? Rats? Turtles? How about completely different sci-fi villains

Or maybe dinosaurs? I hope it’s dinosaurs.

Not by wrath does one kill, but by laughter.

I drew a dalek.

Marmaduke is an asshole.

It might be telling that “Marmaduke Explained” ran out of steam in about 15 months and then limped along for another 7 or 8. Whereas “Marmaduke” might have had a couple of years before “but he’s a dog” became tiresome, but continues to be effortlessly milked for another 60 years.

At least it’s not rabbit season.

Duck! Again. 

Actually, it looks like that dalek’s working on a blues documentary and is interviewing some ancient Mississippian pioneer of the slide guitar.

Lightly with the brush-strokes.

Kind of Chinese calligraphy dalek. Or is that more of a Japanese thing? Should I be working on a haiku?

Gold dalek hovers
through misty bamboo forest
not pictured above. 

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