Took a stab at another caricature portrait. It’s supposed to be William Levy…not sure if I did a very good job of capturing his likeness. This was done using a mechanical pencil and digitally colored.
Well, this portrait’s two-fold. First, I wanted to get something done in time for his memorial on Monday, with some time to get it framed (tomorrow). And, second, since I am drawing portraits of my heroes, it seemed only natural to include him here as one of them.
Rest in peace my friend…hopefully, I’ll try and get some words down in time for Monday as well in case they’re going to allow people to speak.
I picked up a People magazine the other day so I could start drawing random things from it. This sketch is the first thing I drew from it. Puttered around on it for a few days. Whether it sucks or not, up it goes. I’m having a problem with the scanner picking up my sloppy smudges…I need to figure out a way to keep my drawings cleaner, as I’d hate to go back in and clean them up digitally. Each caricature is totally unrecognizable, but I was shooting more for an overall practice session. I tried to pull my own visual gag as well by giving the guy in the back a banana. The idea came to me because they’re all wearing “monkey-suits.”
My first “live” caricature. Kelly offered herself up as my first victim. Took about 20 minutes. Botched the nose, and art style is inconsistent in my opinion. I’m trying to stick to straight solid lines, thus, the cross hatching. Fighting the urge to shade is colossal and overbearing. Smudging is a real issue as well…I need to get that paper and tape it to my drawing hand or something.
Here’s a self portrait/caricature sketch of the idiot himself. Just working on some stuff I’ve been picking up…it’s half real/half caricature.
Was up late and couldn’t sleep so I doodled a bit and this is what came out; two imaginary ladies and a poke at Rick Santorum. Doesn’t look a thing like him, of course, but there — whoever he is — is.
Just cranking out a little practice…trying to invent poses so I can get the whole body in to practice on proportion and foreshadowing, hands and feet.
There he is, the Grand Master himself, Boris Vallejo. Or, at least my pitiful rendition of him. This is the kick-start to my Line of Heroes, in which I will attempt to recognize those whom I admire by drawing their portraits. There is no way in a million years I could be half the artist Mr. Vallejo is, but that doesn’t mean I should stop trying…
I can’t even begin to quantify how much Boris Vallejo’s work has inspired and taught me. I remember being a kid and blowing all my allowance on his books. I would pore over them, agape, and in awe as to how it was possible anyone could do those things with a pencil. I have never in my life seen anyone wield one with a such commanding mastery as him.
Should you ever read this, I hope you don’t get too mad at me for taking a stab at drawing your portrait.
I wanted to get some anatomy practice in tonight. These are just two imaginary people in poses that popped into my head. This was pretty difficult to do straight out of my head without looking at anything for reference. It gives the brain a mighty work-out to try things like this, and I think it’s important to draw stuff straight from imagination from time to time, as I worry about losing it when working straight from photographs.