Sunday, 26 June 2016

Radio in watercolour crayons and pen & ink

I get tired of my cheap scanner ignoring watercolours, so I did I phone scan for this one instead. Sorry about my shadow.

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is vintage.

This doodle is based on an actual radio that I own. It's up in my old bedroom right now, in fact. It used to belong to my grandmother, who gave it to me when I was a young woman developing an interest in antiques.

This thing is the real deal, folks. Bakelite, art deco styling, vacuum tubes... and it still works, even. It was bought, apparently, specifically to listen to a boxing match. It still blows me away that people would gather to listen to boxing on the radio. Heck, I have enough trouble listening to hockey on the radio, and that at least has more to it than two people hitting each other.

Erm... not a fan of boxing, if you couldn't tell.

I know that if I ever wanted to sell grandma's radio it wouldn't be difficult. There's a pretty big market for vacuum tubes and things like that in the custom amp builders area. It would break my heart to see a pristine survivor like this in scattered parts, though, so if I ever do decide to get rid of it I'm hoping that there's a radio enthusiast or museum out there that might find it as cool as I do.



Just as an aside, I honestly don't know what possessed me to go pen & ink on a shaky wrist day. Just think of the squiggles as artistic license, if you like. They weren't, but whatever works for you.

Sunday, 15 May 2016

Poppy in watercolour crayon and pen & ink

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is nostalgia. This is a very quick and not entirely accurate sketch of an Iceland (or Icelandic, as I grew up with) Poppy (Papaver nudicale).

My cheap scanner has, as usual, decided to make up its own mind about the colours, so just imagine that the background is blue and the leaves and stem are green rather than vaguely yellow.

Anyway.

Iceland poppies make me pretty nostalgic because they're one of the first things that I can remember planting with my mother. They generally become self-seeding and almost weedy around the yard, but they're so cheerful in early spring that I can't help but just let them be. Dad's yard needs a bit of a seed boost at the moment, I think, because after all these years from the initial planting there's only a few plants here and there that are still seeding themselves.

I wrote a poem about them a long time ago, which you can read here if you're into that sort of thing. I'm definitely ok with it if you're not into flower poems, though...

Friday, 29 April 2016

Smoke in watercolour

This is old, which I don't usually do, but I like it. That's unusual, since I'm not much of a painter.

Sunday, 24 April 2016

Silliness

I'm not doing Illustration Friday this week (the prompt is Prince: I know what most people have posted, and I don't do portraits. I'm also not in the mood to put a twist on it).

In lieu of that, here's a fairly bad cat doodle (done in multicoloured pencil, no less) that has been completely warped over by digital filters.





Sometimes it fun to just be silly instead of worrying about getting results. I need to remind myself of that too frequently.

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Leafy in various watercolour pencils and pen & ink

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is wood.



I don't really know what this is meant to be, to be honest. I was just doodling on paper that was completely inappropriate for watercolour, as you can see from the crinkles.

That's ok with me, since I don't know what it is anyway... did I mention that?

Sunday, 27 March 2016

Lack of wisdom in graphite

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is wisdom, and this is a quick soft-pencil sketch of my wisdom teeth. They were coming in at such a bad angle that they were removed before they even erupted (sounds like the mouth is a volcano when you put it that way. Thanks, dentists), including the one that they had to chisel in two because it was stubborn.

And why am I drawing my teeth?

Well, because I didn't want to go all abstract thought today. Plus, they were there.

I'm not kidding. I'm visiting my Dad, and all my old teeth (and my brother's as well) are here. My mother kept them all. Why?

Damned if I know. Seems kind of weird to me, but then I've never been a mother.

I have left out one thing on the teeth, if anyone's interested. All four of my wisdom teeth have a distinct greenish brown band around the roots. That comes from teenage use of tetracycline for acne, which I don't think they do much of now because (oddly enough) it discolours growing teeth. If anyone out there is actually curious (and if so, why?), I could post a photograph. I won't do that unless you ask, though.



You're welcome.

Tuesday, 15 March 2016

Dragon in conte crayons

This week's Illustration Friday was dragon. This was from a number of years ago when we had an explosion of meadow hawks. They don't care where they sit when they're posturing. There you go. My hand dragon.
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