2 of my better drawings from late last year

Superman, lion with a rose. I prefer my drawings when they look like they have more depth than just line form skill excercises type things.

incidental drawings from my life.

mainly baby based, this is what we find

Drawn Ladder

Self

Visions of Chloe...






Scooting back and forth between some degree of realism and whatever the opposite is... then pulling back to some comfortable place in the middle... but where's the golden zone of creative fecundity?









Oh dear.

Not quite soft focus pinup dreamboys

Am I incapable of flattery?

Well, the possibility, probability even, has cropped up that some of the wrestlers I draw will see the drawings and paintings I've done. Within reason. They'll see them because Mick Foley is my friend now. Which made me think that I ought to do a blog entry called 'John Cena is a handsome and talented man' with pictures to match that sentiment.

But it didn't quite work. At least not this time.





Then I thought about totemic booby monkeys.





This is sort of a remake of one of the earlier primitive images from this blog. One day I will be able to make things be cute.





And I'm not quite ready to do a blog without a picture of Stephen in it. Stephen and Bob the day a dog chased Stephen up a tree this spring.

Dogs as Reindeer and Stephen

Michelangelo drew women who were built like wrestlers. I've been drawing dog reindeer people who are a little bit camp. I'm trying to get groovy and Supermurgitroid like in jazz. More drawings soon.



Just the one drawing today...

And also, Stephen has died. Stephen the big soft spiritually advanced inky black cat. He came for walks with us and was a friend to everyone. He always smelled amazing, all the most fragrant fresh smells of nature he picked up in his beautiful soft glossy black fur. We love Stephen.

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.

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!

Cat? Fight? Catfight!

My goalposts have shifted somewhat just lately, and I feel like I'm actually working towards a style of painting that is a somewhat unprecendented synthesis of all my current influences... Something quite dynamic that I really want to get right... my sense of perfectionism has erumped.

But I've done so many scribbly sketchy drawings that I'm nearly drowning in them... so even though they are scrappy and crappy and really I only want to show stuff that is PERFECT, I've decided to blog more of them, because it might actually help me to keep my house and my brain-files in order.

Todays theme is cats. Kitties. Kittycats. Catpussies. Pussykitties. Felinanators.




A lot of these are burmese.... you can sort of tell by the shape of the muzzle.





Test pattern kitties:





These are based on real lions, but I haven't pursued them very far yet...





Ed Benedict cat cute study business in evidence here:





I suppose these illustrate that I feel like sort of a fraud trying to draw or design or compose anything without really getting a feel for the anatomy and form...









This next one includes a little sketch of a Louis Wain cat:





I was familiar with Louis Wain from seeing his work pop up on the Antiques Roadshow. He has a strong gimmick which makes him collectable... he painted cats and he went mad. But when I looked into it online, I found it all much more engaging than I would have expected...

The early pictures were funnier and more eccentric than I had realised...





And the late schizophrenic ones ones were proper weird fractal hallucinatory visionary psychedelic hardcore stuff, gradually becoming completely abstract:





















Anyway, I'd better learn how to make pictorial cats wrestle, because I don't think I'm allowed to market the images of WWE wrestlers on Cafepress, because those guys... they don't own their own faces. And I don't have permission to borrow them neither.

Someone... I can't remember who, someone at art college once told me that Hulk Hogan had lost the copyright on his own face at one point. I've never really verified that this was technically true, but it certainly caught my imagination. That's sort of a digression from kitties, isn't it.

Anyway I hope to get some sort of cafepress store going soon. It seemed make sense. Prepare to buy chopping boards bearing images of my unborn ghostly manbunnies for your grandmother's birthday!










Back soon...