Worked late tonight editing an interview with the world’s least flamboyant evil dicator. Here’s what he kinda looks like.

The other day my Aunt Carolyn asked when she’d show up on my website. Boy will she be sorry!

Honestly, I kind of hate this drawing, and if not for my self-imposed deadline, I probably would have redrawn it until I got it semi-right. On the upside, it was a good test of my new Copic markers and pens, and also my new scanner.

Ultimately, I don’t think I’ll use the super-expensive markers very much; I’m much better at coloring on the computer. But the ink pens are great, and would be especially useful for drawing a comic strip. Hmm.

You’re right, this isn’t a sketch or drawing, but Grandpa warrants an exception. Besides, when I do these colorizations, I end up using a lot of the same techniques as I do when I paint digitally.

I know the conventional wisdom is that colorization is unnecessary and usually cheesy, but one of the reasons I enjoy it is that it’s like opening a window into the past.  Sure, it’s not perfectly realistic, but it gives me a little impression of what Grandpa looked like about 58 years ago when he got up and went to work. It’s also fun to do the necessary research to get the colors right (no guarantees that I did).

Didn’t think there were any naked lady pics worth showing this week (sorry fellas…I know that kinda thing is hard to find on the Internet!). However, I got some good feedback on my self-portrait homework. The instructor was happy with it overall, but she noticed that I wasn’t really “wearing” my glasses; they’re basically a 2D shape slapped onto my 3D head. She’s right, of course; I lazily added them as an afterthought after sweating over the rest of the details.

The teacher told me to think of my glasses as “a box around your head.” In other words, if they have no perspective, and aren’t bigger than my head, then I’m doing it wrong.

So anyway, today I practiced drawing my glasses by themselves, and as you can see from my construction lines, I literally started out with a box and went from there. Better, no?

What I’m really starting to understand about drawing, and why it’s so difficult, is that you constantly need to switch between two modes: seeing and constructing.  By that, I mean you have to be able to draw exactly what you see, getting the angles and contours right.  But you also have to understand the internal structure of what you’re drawing–otherwise you might draw one perfect shoulder at a time, but find that one of them’s dislocated when you step back and look at the entire figure.

Conversely, if you spend all your time concentrating on structure, you’ll find that the likeness is off, and you’re drawing mostly from your head instead of what’s in front of you.

I’m sure with enough practice, this juggling act will become more transparent, but for now, it takes more concentration than I’ve mustered up in a long, long time.

Here’s what a pig looks like when he’s taken a red-eye flight without any sleep and then worked all day. I mean, I’m guessing.