Your favourite daredevil/annoyer



January 11, 2010

I felt a bit bad drawing this lady's backpack this morning. She looked uncomfortable with the attention I was giving her stuff. I think she was trying to decide if she was annoyed or not, but eventually landed on the side of ignoring me.

Sometimes I feel like a daredevil when I draw people; other times I feel a bit like a jerk.

Intent and not-so-intent

January 10, 2010

The fellow on the left stayed glued to his Blackberry for over twenty minutes. He didn't move so much as an eyelid (I was watching). I drew the guy on the right (whose ear suffers from a clear case of foreshortening) later the same morning and he was as jumpy as anything. I had to use all my stealth powers to avoid getting caught. I guess the reports on his Blackberry weren't as gripping as the first guy's.

...and distracted

After laboriously trudging through a drawing of bus interior architecture, a subject I return to constantly because it is SO HARD, I got bored and pulled out a drawing pen.

January 3, 2011

Thwarted

January 5, 2011

I did this little cartoon of a waif that was inspired by a girl sitting across from me. She was really on the ball, so I couldn't do her portrait. Too bad, because she had the most amazing forehead -- high, domed and shiny.

If I can't get away with drawing somebody, I usually cartoon them instead -- next to her is another example: this preteen boy looked soooo sleepy. He was wearing lime green headphones. It looked like he spray-painted them himself. A photograph would be way better than this, but anyway.

Boredom

Jan 7, 2011

The main benefit of being stuck on the bus is that I have to find ways to entertain myself. This has lead to all sorts of mental gymnastics, like drawing hardware and other people's tired husbands.

Frosted

This morning Ada and I tried to go play in the snow with a backpack carrier. By the time we got her snowsuit, boots and hat on, squeezed her into the carrier, and started in on all the buckles and straps, her patience ran out. I gave up on the mission and hauled her back out, but then she fell in the snow and grabbed a metal railing with her naked hands to pull herself up. 

She was really distressed, poor mite, and went around the house crying with her hands outstretched for ten minutes. Later while we were colouring I drew this picture. You can see her crayon line up there on the right.

I won't leave her mitts for last again!

Anatomy with Aida

Wire frame, by Aida Alves

Think I might register for this yummy human anatomy drawing course offered by this amazing artist Aida Alvez at the Ottawa School of Art.