Ludwig van Beethoven (1770–1827)
Beethoven rose at dawn and wasted little time getting down to work. His breakfast was coffee, which he prepared himself with great care—he determined that there should be sixty beans per cup, and he often counted them out one by one for a precise dose.
From Daily Rituals : How Artists Work by Mason Currey.
#dailydrawing #dailyritual #beethoven #coffee #inktober @masoncurrey
Was itching to play along with the “Draw Me A Robot” challenge for a while now!
Not much I can say about this, pretty spontaneous to say the least...
Definitely wanted to add some sort of low fidelity edge to things though.
Here's a doodle of my house. (I feel like this looks a bit different than what I usually do.) This is an homage to my 100+ year old house that has had many generations live in it. The bottom section is overly curved because, in reality, the center of the house is sinking and everything rolls towards the middle. A lot of character for a little house.
The story behind this is that when my little sister and I were kids, we invented a game called Blammer. You duct tape small trashcans to your back and try to slam a sock ball into your opponents basket. We used tennis rackets for defense. We used to terrorize our parents with all the running and yelling in the house. We're in our 30's now and try and play when we see each other. I call her Chicken and she calls me Ducky. Which is why we're are riding birds. One of my favorite pieces I've ever done. A birthday present for her.
(Gel Fineliner on A5 paper) One of the age-old responses from dog-owners: “He won't bite you” along with “He's good with children.”
He's a dog, and like all dogs, they're bred from wolves. Given half the chance they'd revert back to their natural pack instinct. The only reason they don't is that they see you as the pack leader who regularly feeds and pampers them.
“Oh, my little darling isn't like that!” I hear you say, as if you're talking about a child. “He gives me kisses by licking my face. It's his way of saying how much he loves me.”
He licks his balls and arsehole with that tongue, so what's he really saying there?
Yet another former business related cartoon. Quick pean and ink on 8.5X11 heavy cardstock, with a little help from Photoshop for the background. Obviously.
"You have hair the colour of gold," said the fox, "the grain, which is also golden, will bring me back to the thought of you, and I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat. "
- The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
#thelittleprincebookchallenge #kidlitart #graphite
This is the 3rd of the 3 glow-in-the-dark space satellite poster series. This concept sketch was done on a digital tablet with pencil setting. Will try to up the finished version tomorrow.
When my mind is running wild and i start to feel anxious, i try to remind myself to just feel my heart. This helpes me alot. And the little friends are always there, no matter what:)) Wish you a wonderful and magical day!
Inktober day 2 that I forgot to upload here yesterday, sorry!
The word was: Mindless.
I didn't have any idea after translating the word in French, so I went the literal way.
sunday (little girl) and Mojo (little doll) are the characters of my webcomic, which, in case the zombie wasn't enough of a clue, is NOT for everyone. https://herebevoodoo.com
The second page of Steel Cloud has our heroes, Hardball and Riley with their band going on the road to perform. Little do they know they're going to have some trouble.
made with gel ink pen for a future art book about mediterranean way of life. In the streets of Napoli we can find these little virgo statues in every corners and big men shirtless
This is the first little 'Thumbodies' character that I designed during the holidays. She has many other kind, creative & adventurous friends! Online comic & doodles @ doodletowncomic.com
Stingray is an arrogant, slippery prodigy, part of Frostbite's Renegade unit. His power or specialty is his barbed tail drenched in either a tranquilizer or the Renegades' neutralizing agent, Agent N, which removes a prodigy's ability - permanently.
Marginalias' character are starting to flesh out, even if I still don't have a story.
These two are the princess (Who still doesn't have a name. Diana maybe?) a peryton and Ancelade, an atlas lion.
They met when they were kid ( 9-10 for Ancelade, about fifteen for the princess).
Ancelade was brought back from a war campaign by an old veteran knight who more or less adopted him and the Princess, when meeting a dirty, shivering lion cub, took him under her wing right away (quite literally, he used to fit under her wing, not anymore).
(The joke, every time this episode is mentioned, is that Ancelade's adoptive father, while already having fathered children, had no idea how to care for a child and probably thought they were self cleaning).
Once Ancelade properly cleaned up, the Princess discovered he was blond AND fluffy.
Ten years later, she is still the only one allowed to touch his mane.
Each think of the other as the brother or sister they don't have anymore. Even if everyone always ask them the same old question to which they answer in a mature and articulated way:
Are you lovers?
I'm working on a sketchbook for the Brooklyn Sketchbook Project (a library of art), and this is the first drawing I did for it. Little orange cat carrying a crystal with purpose.
Temperature, polarity, pressure, molecule size, and stirring all increase solubility. Yup. The background is stained from food coloring swirled in shaving cream, some AP Chem practice problem notes, and some shapes for spice. Also, I submitted 3 college apps yesterday, so here's to that.
