Bardot studies

I got it into my head the other week to participate in caricaturama 3000, whoever it was the next time, and it turned out to be Brigitte Bardot. Which actually was really interesting. Youtube's the best place to go first of course. Her sexuality and beauty was all there in the flesh and the movement, it was natural and rare, even in low res. Almost sinisterly powerful. Not like now when some people seem to measure beauty by the amount of money an ordinary faced stiff lady spends on surgery and dodgy photoshopping.

So I sketched and sketched and it was hit and miss, but I had missed this frenzy of drawing, searching out the truth in lines and squiggles.

Girls Aloud Melt my Brain

I wanted to draw lady pop stars, and the pull of Girls Aloud is just TOO MUCH TO HANDLE

































My brain has been totally bunged up. Just so you know, here's one of my current lists of future blogs/ projects:

Brett Anderson's nosebleeds in watercolour

Indie Meets Wrestling

Slightly Caricatured Silly Symphonies Special

Barney Bear Redux

Self as Preggo: Observed and Cartooned

Misc Unblogged Straight laced Cartoon Studies

90s wrestling in oil pastel EXPLOSION

Kitties in Style of Blinky Bill/ Wilfred/ Durer/ Peake

Vanguard Paper Britpop

Maps and Plans for Schemes and Lands

Breasts Movement Study Communication

Biro to pencil to biro MMA fighters

Fringebangs

Well, things went as they often do.

I had an idea for a kind of themed blog

about 'fringes'

or 'bangs'

Because I have been genuinely in a dither about getting my hair cut.

And I find it quite unnatural to blog about such a feminine self absorbed thing... so I thought it would be a good challenge.

Then I came up with tons of ideas for drawings and narratives.

But I work in a shop a lot of the time.

And I don't have time to make everything perfect and developed...

Especially not 'pointless' blog things.
as much as it pains me.

So what I have is a collection of drawings that does not feel in any way finished with or living up to the ultimate potential of FRINGES as a theme and all the marvellous things it could have been, say, if Marlo had done it. Oh well. it's also probably a document of my mild mental illnesses.

I saw this picture of Penelope Cruz in a magazine, and I thought for a while that I wanted her fringe. I hoped I was too sophisticated to fall into that old trap of thinking you want the woman's hair when actually what you want is her face. But I don't know. I'm not that sophisticated.





I went through this thing where I was transposing fringes onto drawings of myself.

Penelope hair: no.

I was not sure for a long time whether I should get a fringe at all, since my face might be too big and lumpy. When Katie drew me she made me look like someone who shouldn't have a fringe. Like a serious tarty mermaid. I was so happy when I saw this.





When Marlo drew me (Sorry Hannie) she made me look like someone who perhaps should have a fringe but doesn't.





I had some really terrible experiences at hairdressers in the past, that still haunt me. I remember once when it had started to go very wrong in my awkwardest teenage years the lady was trying to make me point to pictures in magazines (so embarrassing) and I pointed to one of an oriental lady... she said 'that's oriental hair, that's different' Oh so stupid! I should have known... best to stay at home and let your hair grow, it's antennas to spiritual awareness anyway isn't it. Never go out.





I've been struggling to return the favour and draw Katie, but I find her tricky, her features are round and cute and they seem to beg for the cartoonyness that I feel out of my depth with... so I've had some right old weird results and I don't think I'm finished.





And Duffy of course... funny old Duffy.

WTF is this and what does it want with me?





Wilful abuse of magic animation pencils





Little Miss transparent nose





The racoon-like gaping monster that my drawings have persisted in turning into for the past ten years... Well, you may spot an actual raccoon in the corner. The middle one is just a piffling personage, perhaps on a par with a Popple.





I actually started drawing models out of magazines... I spend more time in towns now... magazines can become quite alluring when you're daydreaming about things to draw...









Some naked tasteful naff slutty empowered deviantart women wear their fringes quite well.





I had more... I had fully blown theories about forehead shapes and things... unfortunately now I might have lost interest, and confidence in the very foundations of my investigative faculty, I'm sorry.

A man with a spear will puncture your cultural fetishes

A silly bloggette of diary doodles... I smudged out the words, because the words in my diary are at once fascinating, incisive, scandalous and deeply embarrassing on many levels.

The doodles are flim flam, but you know, such is the way with many doodles. My doodles tend to be formless and girly.

I left some words in as a wicked tease, bet you're really curious now.


































'A man with a spear will puncture your cultural fetishes'. That's what I wrote. I think it might have been an idea for a painting.

organic hip potato Chloe

A bit more like it... I kind of relaxed with Chloe and improvised jazzwise with her. It is good to be organic with things.





The photos these were from were in full sunlight, which makes for squinting and strong dark shadows, obviously.

Sisters

Sidmouth Folk Festival: Craft Fair

I drew my sister Hannie ramshackle style while we were sitting behind the stall serving customers. She leaned over me and corrected the jaw line to the one she wanted.





I got a new 'calligraphy' pen. I'd like to make better use of it soon.





Here's a baldy bonus: Self portrait as troll from weird Paul McCartney obsessed college days.

Booby Lady

Here is Smiling Booby Lady II!





(I might change the title one day.)

She's a bit ghoulish, but she was mainly an excercise in using up paint.

Cyclops Blondes with Beards

I was playing with 80s space cyclopses and toying idly with notions of 80s space paintings. But unlike Picasso I procrastinated and did effeminate formless scribbles instead of macho fertility daubs.





I thought Bob might be a good person to start learning. He has a big wide giant's face.











Space Monkey Cyclops?





The beards still feature.





But I have been looking at ladies and seeing what they'd look like with beards.

The polite expensive doll-like classical singer Katherine Jenkins who is my contemporary...











Those were my first go. Then they got a bit richer... She's singing her way to beard growth...





(I think that's the best drawing on this blog...)

But despite that, crowds still gather to watch lumpyspine wrestle lobsterhead.