One thing I’ve always enjoyed is drawing my own hands. Well, mainly my left hand since I’m a righty. I remember sitting in class as early as elementary school and sketching my hand as the teacher would talk away. I believed, at that young age, that you could draw almost anything else if you could draw a human hand. I still think it’s a pretty good measuring stick.
Since I’m still only in my first week of getting back to sketching I thought I’d give it a shot and see if I could pull it off. The rust is definitely there and will take some time to shake off but I could feel a little bit of the old artist coming back. Just a little bit though. Well, at least my measuring stick has it’s first reading.
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This quick sketch was done at the Double Windsor Bar in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn. I stopped in for an IPA and pulled out my sketchbook to see what I could come up with. There was a table of about 5 people seated about 10 feet from me and the guy at the end of the table caught my attention the most. Unfortunately he got up and left after about 30 minutes or so. The rest of the drawing is of the girl that was sitting next to the man. Overall I felt OK about this sketch considering I didn’t have much time. I once again felt very stiff while drawing and things definitely felt labored. Oh well, it’s all part of shaking the rust off I guess. Better luck next time.
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I remember when I was about 8 years old and Kellogg’s brand cereal asked kids to send in their drawings of the characters that appeared on their cereal boxes. Obsessed is the best way to describe my commitment to the endevour. I made sure that my Mom came home with at least one box of Kellogg’s every week with a new character on it. Needless to say, granola wasn’t a big part of my young diet. The frog on Sugar Smacks, the macaw on Fruit Loops and Snap, Crackle and Pop on Rice Krispies all helped to shape my young artistic mind. Much like Da Vinci and his Mona Lisa, Tony the Tiger became my obsession and my own commitment to perfection. The only difference was I was hyped up on sugar from polishing off bowl after bowl of those delicious frosted flakes. After all, “they’re GGGREEEEAAAATTT! ” Sorry, I couldn’t resist.
Looking back at that young time in my life, I realize now that it was probably the happiest I’ve ever been when it comes to creating something. I know that sounds pretty sad but I think it’s true. During that time you couldn’t pry a pencil from my hand and any free time I had was spent sketching anything and everything in sight. It was a time when opinions didn’t matter and I created just for the sake of having fun and doing something that I loved. I sketched just for the joy of it.
This blog is about trying to rediscover that feeling. It’s about picking up a pencil and brush again and seeing what comes out of it. Good or bad. It’s about figuring out why I quit drawing and making artwork entirely and my attempt to be creative once again. After all, having Tony the Tiger that embedded in my creative mind isn’t something I’m particularly fond of.
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