Here are three drawings I did earlier this week. They began as doodles and evolved into something else. I'm not sure how to go on with the color, because I don't think that the paper I used will appreciate watercolor. And I'm not extremely fond of tracing paper either.
I know you can't stand this suspense, but be strong.
I'll be back with some solutions (hopefully) to this conundrum.
I'm trying to keep an active sketchbook since the end of June. Early July was very successful, I managed to draw every day for almost two weeks. It's not always easy to find the time if you have a day job like I do. What I think is the best strategy is to have a scheduled drawing time. For instance, I went to a garden most evenings after work to draw.
The hardest is always to start. Once the pencil is on the paper, you're gone ...
This fourth page is maybe the one I like best yet.
That might be related to the fact that I had a model to start with, but I think i'ts more about the comforting message I am trying to send to myself. Something like it's ok to grow old, it's also ok to fear death, your own or the death of others, as long at it pushes you to live a better life. It's also about empathy, obviously.
You might notice that the shortcut is leading nowhere at the moment. The next journey is still under construction...
After the jungle and the imaginary gallery, time to explore this strange moonlit river.
As for the first door, I'm not entirely happy of the lightning. My greatest critic (my sister) said that the image was too flat... and she's right of course. I might try to arrange this in the future. I'm just not sure how to proceed at the moment. Any advice for this one ?
Here is the first page of a book-project that I began in May. This was my personal project for the illustration class at the Edinburgh College of Art. I finished page 4 a few weeks ago, so you'll see more in the coming weeks, as well as research sketches. The statement :
I was about 6 years old, I remember playing with a friend at school
at “opening doors”. We imagined ourselves being in this massive,
medieval castle, full of dark corridors, passages and hidden doors.
We took turns at opening doors, and described what we would find
inside. Usually it was piles of stuff, like a room full of books, or
shelves overflowing with glittering jewels or candy.
twenty years later, I wanted to go back to the castle and open doors
again. The building is more immaterial now, only the doors remain. I
find myself travelling to strange landscapes, and eager to open the
next portal to see where it will take me. Some places are simple
comforts for bad days. Others are therapeutic illustrations to help
me cope with questions such as growing old, illness or sadness. Each
page is also an exploration of medium, composition and color.
hope that you will find the journey worthwhile.
Each page is cut out so that you can have a sneak peak into the next page. You can see it as secret passages or shortcuts. Go for a hide and seek game, and get lost in the maze !