Doodles and Canvasses

I know, they are the only things that keep one of my little toes planted firmly in the plentiful choppy waters of the art game, if you could call it that. I miss my sketching, and my painting, and my sculpture, and my graphic design, but without a studio, or computer equipment, I am severely limited to pens and paper. People keep asking me, all of the time, why don’t you draw something like a portrait, or a bowl of cherries. I say that I am unable to do so without Photoshop, because that’s where I get my perspiration from. My perspiration comes from a willingness to work, my inspiration comes from the team around me, and my desperation comes from being bored in the mornings. I’ve included a selection of random images I’ve found on my dongle (the one I haven’t lost yet), just to show you how far away from doodle I aspire to when not limited to simple gel pens. You may have seen these images before upon the blogspot, as I’ve lost track of what I’ve posted over the years. But I’m not at all happy with pattern doodles anymore, I strive for something better, so please bear with me as I remind myself of who I used to be. These were outlined to be reproduced on canvass, but never quite made the grade.

If I can stay away from the coke I might buy myself a cheap laptop just for photoshop, and get back into my drawing a little bit. It’ll be well worth the expenditure, rather than blowing my beans over big bucks impaling skinny women. You know what I mean? 

An architectural composition of life in the snow.

A mad biro inkblot.

My benefactor Bennie, holding gun.

Afghan girl, a famous photograph.

Leon The Professional and Mathilda.

Photoshop graphic design.

Michael Jackson, pointing.