Brush

'lo all.

It's just over a week since my return from the New York Comic Con and I thought it was high time to get my blog going again. 

To kick things off, I did some sketches of the main characters from a three page story (written by Mike Lynch) I'm working on. It's basically a slightly alternative take on the age-old tale of Red Riding Hood. 

 As you can see, these sketches are rather, eh, messy to say the least. Reason being, I got a brush pen through the post today and decided to give it a whirl. It's been quite a while since I last laid hands on a brush pen and, to be honest, I never did much with my previous pen other than quick doodles. After being so used to inking my work with Microns, I must admit that it is pretty difficult to get used to using something that encourages you to draw both quickly and accurately. However, I'll try and stick with it as I have a feeling that brush inking would suit my current style far better than the rigidity that Microns encourage.

Ugly-mugs-u-like

Found some long strips of paper I had forgotten about so I decided to put them to some good use. Have some random mugs!

So much green!

More marker sketches for you!

Marker Madness

Did a ton of drawing tonight using markers. I really enjoy using markers as they give you a lot of fluidity to your lines. Been a while since I actually had this much fun drawing!

I hate cafés...

...I don't know about you lot but I can't stand cafés.

Now when I say 'cafés,' I mean the utterly cosmopolitan spots such as your Starbucks and what-not. I don't know why it is but I always feel incredibly awkward in such a setting, perhaps the waves of pretension given off by people there mixed with the smell of coffee (not to mention a hint of quiet despair) does something specific to my brain to make me feel this way.

It also helped that the table Ty and I were sat at was so close to another table that we could hear what was possibly the most heart-breakingly awkward conversation going on between a guy and a girl. I'm guessing it was their first date or something and -- hoo boy -- I felt for the guy, I really did. His conversational manner at first gave me the impression that he was interviewing this girl for a job or something. As time went by, I was put in mind of a ship that has sprung a pinhole leak -- painfully and oh-so-slowly taking on more and more water. I feel horrible for saying it but Ty and I garnered some entertainment from the poor chap's flailings.

Aaaaaanyhoo, enough of that. Here's some sketches I did while all that was going on: