Lack of Eyeless Nudes in the Home

I was beginning to think it might be a little while before I can put up some nice finished new drawings that's like a culmination of the things I'm thinking about. So I'm just going to say a bit about the things I'm thinking about and the drawings will be poor and loose not in the good way.

I'm thinking about beardy Zeus gods from the thirty first century.

I'm thinking about Ulysses 31. Perhaps this will be hard to explain in a mere white blog.






I'm thinking about beardy classical blokes with no eyeballs.









I'm trying for now not to fall back on the wrestlers but to really think this thing through. My drawings have become increasingly in the service of bodies and wriggling forms. It's beginning to feel like I could do with full time life models/ naked people living in my house. Otherwise the wrestlers are the best source I have for writhing naked alive bodies. But for now I'm looking at what the statue men have and what I can do with it sans live flesh displays.

Picasso may provide some clues.





Picasso was a good cartoonist (in fact that's quite a sensible way of assessing him) but in his paintings of people he often didn't pay that much attention to specifics and 'genericised' them, whether he was doing these generic beardy pleasure blokes or monkeying with mushes as only he could.

Perhaps in my paintings and drawings of bodies, I don't have to stake so much of the 'fun' on getting a specific likeness or LEARNING a face in some way... as much fun as that is... perhaps I could be more careless like Picasso.

Anyway I explained this concept to Bob as Ulysses getting off his spaceship with his willy out. It's just one concept on my table.





Ulysses of the thirty first century has a distinctive frontal hair do.





Some of my beardy blokes are a bit fat and shy.









We find our minds wandering to chinnal concerns.





Here is a page dense with thinkings





It hurts





The cyclops people are stumped.





This was not a Proper Blog.

Drawings made of lines (slight kitty emphasis)

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!

Daddy cut in two with graphic chin

Here are two halves of the painting of my dad near the shed with the birthday cake. I expect I'll stick them together sometime. Scanner's a bit small for this sort of job. For this I could do with a decent digital SLR camera.










And here's a closer view of the mush.

Britney Spears

I suppose I felt sort of neutral about Britney, I didn't want to be mean to her while she's all troubled. But I persevered and tried to 'take her somewhere' in my drawings, because she's still fascinating to me in moments. Done these sporadically over past few weeks.

Pretty photoshoot photoshop Britney is a different creature to out on the town wig buying smudgy eyeliner sad trashy Britney. But she can still be interesting. It's like trying to capture the creature that they were aiming for, rather than a whole person.





But she has seemed more like a real person in recent times, if a somewhat messed up one.





I never want to be cruel in my drawings, just honest about what I see, or inventive with the things I can see.

It's hard not to give caricatured Britney huge eyes and a wide head to accomodate how far apart they are.









I used to draw britney back in '99, next to Pikachu. Now she likes to go to strip clubs and have people take pictures of her bottom.














She still scrubs up well.





Drawing her now is like drawing an elusive sort of emptiness. I hope she'll be alright in the end.

EtsyChloe

I'm trying something out... I've put some little paintings and drawings and prints up on Etsy, to see how they'll go on there.

Etsy seems to be all about quirk and cute and girly pretty little slight pretty things. Hairclips on roses and whiskers on crochet dolphins. I don't know how I'll do over there with my intensity and my offputting serious personality and all, but listings only cost twenty cents so that's nice.

The stuff of mine that I'm putting on is a mix of older small paintings and some of the cuter of my new scribbles. Plus some pretty nice prints I have knocking about.

I was probably 18 when I painted that. Oh, acrylics. I miss you.





One of those little paintings that reflected my mood of a moment.

Then a print of good old 'Guitarist'.





Here's the sort of thing that's on Etsy, that other people make. Quirkycute has truly come into its own. And a lot of this stuff is very nice. Some's a tad predictable. I wish I was better able to capitalise on the temperature of the youth culture.

Snufflehogs made of felt.





Crochet pizza.





Someone can always outcute you! Or outquirk you, which is quite painful.

I'm suddenly seeing potential for parody and new drawing themes... hmmm. Perhaps my drawings are too manly. I wish to both join the girly wetness and simultaneously analyse and mock it fearlessly.





Hmmmmm.

Fried Egg Daddy and Future Bob

I've tried to do a portrait of Da. This is it in progress. The bad camera has made the colours look still more fried-eggish. I'll post it properly once it's finished.





I'm using quite smoothly sanded gesso boards and quite oily paint which can be wiped and scratched and rubbed away easily.





This all makes painting a little more movable, a little more like drawing. It's also quite fast. And I haven't quite mastered it yet.





It's one thing figuring out how to do a thing or a certain technique, and then it's another thing coaxing the finished painting to be something that actually appeals to me.





Then there's Bob, who is looking to the future with the wind in his heart. He look like he's in a Ladybird book.

Heinous Wrestlemuses of Doom

I wrestled with this, but I decided to still draw wrestling wrestlers wrestling other wrestlers, a little bit, on the quiet. Wrestling is a harsh mistress indeed.





Monkeywig butterman with pointing:





Hand squelchy.





Cube jaw fascination.





Ladymonkeys minimalism.





Duckmonkeys. Monkeyducks.





Rubbish bird hat & restless eyelashes.





Puffin topped cheekbone miscreant plus Buddy Holly glasses.





John Cena with foldy mouth.





Wistful little look with cup eyes.





Wisdom:

'Don't wear a tank top if you have hairy armpits.'
- Randy Orton.

Sometimes I draw all carefully, like this.