Saturday, 31 December 2011

Happy New Year!

A New Year's Eve post is in order, I think! The last post of 2011! Holy sh- where does the time go?

I hope everyone has had a really fabulous Christmas and stuffed yourselves to the point of morbid obesity.

This is the first Christmas in a very long while where I didn't have dissertations or other such essays to write. This time last year I was sobbing in a dark corner over my dissertation on fairy tales that had to be in the day after New Year, which meant I had to travel the 5 hours back to university before Christmas had even officially ended, all the while trembling over the fact that I wouldn't let my dog read the damn thing for fear of her sneering at it, let alone a human EXAMINER.

This year, though, I've been home for the entire Christmas season, and have been able to enjoy it to the fullest (even if it was marred once again by a long-standing illness, it has been great nonetheless.)

I drank an inordinate amount of mulled cranberry juice.
I ate an inordinate amount of stuffing.
I watched 'A Muppet's Christmas Carol' approximately 90,000 times.

And since the Christmas period does not yet officially end for another 5 days, I plan on continuing with these activities right up until the very last minute.

However, I have suffered this Christmas from blurred vision (due to previously mentioned illness), and had been wholly unable to produce any artwork of any particular worth. For the entirety of the week leading up to Christmas and much of the week after, my crowning artistic achievement was a stupid doodle of two of my former housemates as 'Adventure Time' characters:


However, this artistic stupor has luckily abated this last day or so, and I've become super-productive. I decided to return to something I started about two months ago, but abandoned. It is a single scene done in a comic book-esque fashion. I just had a vision of a creepy little girl encountering an even creepier shadow-thing. It began as a kind of children's illustration, based very loosely on Greek Myth, but it's turned out probably a little 'darker' than most children (or at least, their parents) would like to see. Oh well, I do like how it turned out.

It's supposed to fit all on one page, but since most computer screens aren't big enough to show the whole thing at a decent size, I've broken it up into 3 pieces for this blog;

***I advise you to click the image below to view it properly.***

And here it is in full just so you can see how it supposed to look in full.

This one little scene that doesn't have any continuation of story to it has actually inspired an entire story of a similar vein, and so that is currently in development. Fear it.

And, continuing the Greek Myth theme this post has taken on, I give you a griffin on a pillar.

So, yes!
That is all for now, I think!
I hope everyone has had a jolly old 2011, and let's all hope 2012 is even better and full of fun and excitement (and that it doesn't end in some manner of nuclear/zombie/pirate apocalypse.)

Happy New Year!!! :)

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Foxes and etc.

I'm sitting in my living room. The Christmas tree is up, the entire house is decorated, and the dog has on her special red collar with white fur lining and jingling bells.
All of this suggests that we have arrived at my favourite time of the year!
*Breaks into song "It's the most wonderful tiiiime of the yeeeaaarrr!"*


It is snowing outside, though I don't think it'll settle or snow long enough to build up any significant layer. To be honest, I'd rather the snow held off until Christmas eve. I don't think I've ever seen snow at Christmas (snow in England is usually reserved for mid-January. Only the northern counties such as Yorkshire are likely to see snow earlier.), and it would be nice to be able to get in the final Christmas food-shop without any problems getting to and from town in the car, or being blocked in our house by the local bus that didn't slow down as it sped round the corner and slid gracefully into the ditch either side of our front gate. 
I do adore snow quite excessively though, so whenever it falls I run outside in my pj's in a great big happy mess, regardless of time of year, or whoever happens to be walking past on the road.

I enjoyed a really lovely Christmas BBQ yesterday with some wonderful friends - some I haven't seen for several years, and this has marked the official start to Christmas. YUY!
And, this morning I saw some reindeer at the local Christmas fayre! 

I also got a lovely little gold fox decoration for our Christmas tree from a very close friend. Here it is hanging next to another little fox decoration. There's a partridge in the corner looking a little worried at the prospect of dangling next to two foxes for the duration of the holiday season.


That's enough personal nonsense. Back to art.

I broke out the oil paints again after about 4 years and painted some foxes for my parents as a slightly early Christmas present:

The painting is slightly too big to stuff into the scanner, so I had to photograph it, and of course, this is a really, really, reeeally rubbish representation of the actual picture.

My mum has already placed an order for a wild boar painting from me for her birthday in a couple of months time, so that will probably reveal itself eventually.

So, yes! That's about all I have to say. I don't know what the hell I was thinking when I started typing. It's a pretty incoherent mess of sentences, isn't it? And of no particular interest to anyone. Oh well.
I can smell cranberry juice mulling in the kitchen, and should probably get back to wrapping presents. 


Saturday, 3 December 2011

Character Concepts

Hey Hey!
Long time no post. Well, kind of. I mean it’s only been about two weeks I think. That’s not overly long, really. Life kind of got in the way of me sitting down and typing words into sentences, and it’s also kind of got in the way of me drawing things - apart from the odd commission type stuff - which is a rather hellish experience for me as usually I cannot be torn away from my workspace with my stupid drawings of derpish animals. I sit down to draw something and realise I can’t decide on what, and simply end up flitting from idea to idea with no discernible goal. 
Instead of drawing new things I flicked through my sketchbooks and paper files, perusing my gigantic and disorganised collection of doodles for anything passable to turn into something more refined and professional-looking. *scoff*
I picked out various doodles to collect together for show. And here they are. Firstly, the worst of the lot, a bunch of humans. 

I’m not overly confident drawing humans. I rarely did it as a child as I found animals infinitely more interesting. I can do it when I have the motivation, but I much prefer drawing animals.
And now back to good old animals again.

Dogulars - African Wild Dog, Red Fox and Thylacine. (If you don’t know what a Thylacine is, what the hell is wrong with you? You are missing out on a really awesome animal. Unfortunately it’s extinct, killed by farmers because they thought they stole livestock - but this rumour was enormously exaggerated and they were killed off for no good reason - a famous photograph of a thylacine with a chicken in its mouth that was paraded around the country at the time as ‘evidence’ of this was later discovered to be a stuffed specimen. Typical. 
It could open its jaws to almost 120 degrees, similar to a snake, had pouches like all marsupials, and could hop like a kangaroo.
It is massive shame that they no longer exist.)
I advise you to check out some very rare footage of the last Thylacine known to exist:


Catlings - Serval, Ocelot and Snow Leopard.
Not much to say here really. I like these animals.

And finally to finish off a couple of rubbish sketches of a weird character I came up with as part of a little story about a circus. You’ve seen him already in an earlier post on this blog; Eli Lewis, the Lion-Tamer. He is a tamer-who-is-a-lion, and he trains cats.

And yes! That’s about all I have to say right now!
 It’s getting colder here and the changing season is evidenced by the daily migrations of the rooks from their usual haunts in the forests to the trees of the nearby estate grounds (and back again).
I have a glass of mulled apple juice and a nice fire to sit beside. Lovely!