Scan-killed

Yep, the scanner killed this one, and I don't have the software to correct it. Ah well, just know that the greens were green (and shaded, even) and the flower wasn't just an outline. I'll probably end up deleting this, but here it is for now.

Housework

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is dusty. And this?

Well, apparently the little modelling clay men are of the opinion that my old bedroom/studio at my father's place has been more than a little neglected lately. They're trying to do their best to keep up with things, but even the smallest duster in the house is a bit of a challenge for these guys.

Oh, and in case anyone's interested, I don't actually play the ukulele. It was a cheap souvenir from Hawaii years ago.

I don't play the sad iron either. It's just acting as a bookend of sorts.

I do, however, know a few Christmas carols...

And if anyone was concerned that the modelling clay men shouldn't have been doing all of that heavy lifting alone, I have it on good authority that they had some supervision.

I'm not sure how qualified Max is to be on the job site, but he does his best.

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On a more serious note, I'll try to get something drawn for the prompt later in the week if I have time.

And yes, I did do some dusting after I took the picture. Things were looking like a pretty bad case of this-would-horrify-your-mother in there for sure, so even I couldn't ignore it any longer. Gee... thanks for the prompt, IF.

Great Blue Heron in watercolour pencil

This one probably needs to be redone, but here's how it stands at the moment.

Same series as this one, yes. And this is the last of them. For now, at least.

Giant Water Bug in watercolour pencil

More poster work. Details here. And yes, I'm scheduling these posts. No point in having multiple posts in one day for a blog that's lucky to get one post a week, I figure.

Yellow Lady's Slipper in watercolour pencil

More poster work. See the salamander post for details...

Chicken Feet in pen and ink

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is chicken. And this is...

I dunno.

Some kind of chicken stampede, maybe?

They might have seen a fox, I guess. Or maybe they were running away from the Pirate Chicken. You know, the one with the peg leg...

Um. Yeah. That's all I've got this week, I'm afraid.

Tiger Salamander in watercolour pencil

It's the return of the salamander, yes.

This and the pictures I'll post after were all done for posters at work. They'll be lightened and basically used as background images/watermarks, so I haven't put a whole bunch of detail into them.

The pencils I used are Derwent Inktense, which I'm still getting used to. The ink wash effect is pretty cool, I think. And once I get it thoroughly into my head that I can't move the pigment around once it's dried, I expect that I'll be having a lot of fun with my new toy.

I could have sworn...

That there was a salamander here a little while ago.

There was. I deleted it. I have a more finished version now, but I forgot to bring it in with me. I'll repost it when I get the chance to scan it.





You know, in case you were concerned or anything.

Weird things I do sometimes

Sorry, but I couldn't resist stealing the post title from the title of today's post on my other blog. I was talking about weird things I do sometimes (bet you got that without my mentioning it, though), and sketching my sketchbook seemed to fit right in.

Yep, sketching my sketchbook. Not sketching in my sketchbook. This is really a quick sketch of my sketchbook.

This week's Illustration Friday prompt is déjà vu,and rather than take the route of posting something I'd already posted before I thought I'd try posting a different version of something I'd posted before.

The original (of which this is an extremely loose interpretation, really. I guess I'm not in the mood for detail work) was a split-open tree done in pen and ink. Fine pen. Whose work has just bashed to death in soft pencil...

Ah well. The original prompt was cracked, if I remember right, and it was from when I'd only been doing IF for a few weeks. I'm surprised I've kept at it this long, actually. That's not usually like me. I guess that something about the whole idea just hit a nerve or something.

It just occurred to me that I could have posted any sort of branching pattern for the current prompt. They come back over and over again enough in my life that it would be weird if they didn't occasionally give me a sense of déjà vu.

Doubly appropriate then, I suppose.