Well, my line drawings seem to be the backbone of this blog so to speak. People don't seem to mind so much what they're of. Nothing else seems to get any comments. So here are some I've done, along with bits of their oddball missmatched stories.
I suppose the only somewhat running theme is an effort to integrate more kitties and leaping, because I'm planning a painting with a big monumental leaping kitty.
It's all too easy to turn John Cena into a sort of voodoo chinese gaping monkeyliger.
Or an overly chin oriented cliche Disneyish man lion. But I haven't included my worst drawing sins.
Here's some more straightforward kitty action.
I have found cat anatomy far less 'intuitive' to grasp than human anatomy. I'm not sure if that might be an entirely instinctive issue. Also soft furry cats have less graphic lumps and softer corners than chemically enchanced oily megamen.
Here things got a bit sinister. This could almost go into the 'macabre' subsection in Deviantart. Oh dear.
I had quite cute idea about kitties emerging from triceps, but I didn't get around to rendering the joyous cute version of it.
This next one is a drawing I did of my Dad's head on a day when I hadn't eaten or drunk anything at all at two o clock in the afternoon because I was going to have a gasteroscopy. I was a bit lightheaded and made him look like 30s Clark Kent or somesuch.
Meanwhile no-reference Randy was sulking because I had neglected him and was (unsuccessfully for now) attempting to draw Brian Wilson and his brothers.
And some hastily photoshop coloured formally dressed anger management lions were also a little bit miffed at not being drawn nice and neatly but rather in a manic frenzy indicative of an unquiet mind.
Meanwhile the clench jawed Cena lions were still struggling to shake off the cheezy Disneyfication of chin which was hampering their efforts to be taken seriously as artistes.
Then some of them ended up looking a bit like they had a mask on over their real face... I quite like that idea.
Meanwhile Randy still thinks he's pretty damn sexy despite the fact I've been studiously ignoring him.
Or abstracting him into nonspecific balloon pleasure boy
In this next one, you can see a poor drawing of Dennis Wilson's playful head in the bottom right quadrant. Something may yet come of this. It takes a while for me to get confident with certain faces and find a place for them in my currently active mythology.
But really it's all about the kitties, and struggling fruitlessly with them. Yay!
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