What’s the point of a pool in your back yard? That to me, is the equivalent of planting a tree in your living room. If you really want to get wet, take a bath. If you want to swim, go to the lake or better still, go to the public pool. Heck, your already paying for it.
More Copic marker work. I had no intention of putting color to this sketch…that is until I added the neighbors in the background.
Two hunters were sent on a mission.
There had been a wolf sighting in the area and for the safety of the village, the hunters were to go out into the forest and slay as many wolves as they could. They would be paid one gold piece for every hide they brought back.
The first night they made camp in a clearing on top of a hill. Just before the fire died out, they heard a noise. There were glowing eyes just in the darkness beyond the fire. They were surrounded by a pack of wolves.
One hunter cried out, “We are dead!”
The other cried out, “We are rich!”
It’s all just a matter of perspective.
“There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face
reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.”
– Douglas Everett
I am really enjoying my new Copic markers. It is as close to watercolors as I can get in a marker. The best example is how well they blend together in the bilge rat’s face – especially on his cheek.
True story…
Summer Recreation, Maine, New York circa 1975. I was eight years old.
Dodge ball, or “Bombardment” as it was known in upstate NY, was always a popular sport among the kids. I would play every chance I got. I had figured out if I stand near the back, my chances of survival were greatly increased. This technique served me well.
This particular match was no exception. It was down to myself and one other person. On the other side was Kenny Walters, a sixth grader with a wicked arm. Outweighed and outgunned, my chances seemed bleak. My strategy was to block his first throw and try and peg him in the ankle when he reached down for another ball.
He wound up like a pro pitcher and let fly. Turned out, his technique was to whip it at my head, which in nineteen seventy five was perfectly legal, in fact some would argue it was a sound strategy for a quick win. I missed the block and his ball hit his mark. The ball slammed into my face, bounced off the back of the ball in my outstretched hands, back to my face, back to the ball and finally rested between my arms. I had “caught” the ball and won the game. I beat the odds and better still, Kenny Walters, a sixth grader.
At that moment, I moved a bit closer to being the man I am today.
I am getting more comfortable with color. I am figuring out what colors I am supposed to start with for different objects and textures. I like to start out light and gradually work to the darker shades. I use this same technique with watercolors as well.
I have taken up cooking as a hobby. In and of itself it’s not a bad thing, however I find it difficult to practice restraint whilst sampling the result. I made a peach cobbler the other day and ate half of it in one sitting. I had the rest for breakfast the next morning.
Cobbler.
Is it just me, or is “cobbler” a strange word? It’s right up there with vacuum.
I digress.
I am getting more comfortable with my markers. As with most media, when you put them down, it takes a while to get back into the swing of things. The most difficult part for me is blending the colors. Sometimes, I feel like I am going too dark too soon and it makes coloring the rest a difficult task. I normally like to layer the colors (his shorts, for example), and when I start with a color that is a darker hue, then it makes it nearly impossible. Also, I have acquired several new markers and I haven’t discovered a lot of the possibilities yet. This will happen only from experimentation, and as we know, cool things happen when you experiment.
