Much to the disdain of my high school art teacher I used to only want to work in pen and ink. I guess she was trying to help me be well rounded and discover other media, but I really wanted to master one thing before I moved onto something else. These days I’m the opposite; I guess you could call me a medium slut. Still, I know where my first love is should I need some comfort…
(ink and pencil on bristol)
It’s not perfect, but it’s something that helped me work through an overwhelming feeling of fragility this week. Life goes on, eh?
Sometimes we’re made so aware of just how fragile life is. I was feeling very saddened by certain events and when I realised I was consoling myself by sketching my bird skull collection I had to laugh. I’m not as weird as I look, promise.
I did end up turning this creature into a full size illustration, since I picked up some new inking tools on Tuesday and this was the first opportunity I had to work on a piece since then. I’m fairly pleased with my results for the first time out. Of course I can instantly see things that need improving and where my line weights are heavy in the wrong places at times. Last night, though, I promised a scan on Twitter, so here we are. Funny how we regret things in the morning, eh?
Just kidding. Here’s a cheeky little in progress shot:
