So, often I find myself working in a sketchbook (or on professional work, of course... shhhh...) in random places (hotel rooms, trains, subway, the back yard, and so on). This is really not unusual for any professional illustrator or artist, but there are some interesting challenges. For example, in the "tray tables up" position, at night, you are relegated to holding your sketchbook in one hand, inking with the other, in piss-poor light, negotiating the lumps and bumps of turbulence, along with a seat-mate who won't stop talking.
Wikipedia (I know, a decidedly unreliable source, and, yet, so 21st century...) defines turbulence as "characterized by chaotic and suspectedly stochastic property changes." This is reflected in my inking. Fo' shizzle.
I recently had some fun decorating an air sickness bag, and then leaving it for the next (un) lucky traveler...
Monday, September 30, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
This recent page, from my sketchbook, details an oddly beautiful but scary sight. There were so many vultures, all perfectly still and silent. Birds are omens, aren't they? There's something about seeing this many carrion-eaters while you're exercising that says, "Maybe I should hurry up?"