Tiny things on my desk

As I’ve been experimenting with a flex nib based fountain pen, I’ve sunk more heavily into ink as a medium than ever before. There’s an intense amount of pleasure derived from scratching the thin steel tip of a pen against different kinds of paper and seeing an image appear. The visceral nature of it is something I miss as a career digital artist.

So I have found myself obsessed with drawing again. I need to draw this rock, or that leaf, or anything that demands intense attention to lighting and detail. Paint allows for a broad picture view of a subject, but ink is my medium for intimacy.

There’s no fun to be had quite like a thin scratchy line.

Good also is its encouragement for tiny, loose drawings of fashion or forms.

Or I guess in the case of some of these doodles, bitty tiddy sphinx ladies.

And internal angst.

Today in internet hell

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This year’s Halloween Werewolf Shenanigans as part of the ever swirling reality warp that is my work on Lackadaisy: The Animated Short.

Obligatory Chicken Post