First of all, who reads this blog?
…That’s what I thought. Okay, who knows that this blog exists?
Well, there’s a reason for that. I’ve been very cyberspace-shy with my art until I saw a couple of random friends posting their cool stuff and finally decided to bare my cartoons before the world.
Besides that, though, my output of the past month has been generally crappy, and when I stopped drawing almost completely in June, my draftsmanship took a hit and it required a huge physical effort to make my lines not look like they were eating each other alive.
With enough practice, the draftsmanship got better, but I still had to find my muse. Sunday night, it came in an unexpected place. I was psyched up to see a concert that I was ultimately unable to attend, and I listened to the music that would be playing there. Cartoons sprang forth from the manic energy of the lead singer and cellist.
Yes, cellist. Give a big hand to Rushad Eggleston!
And if I haven’t pestered you about his seismically awesome band Tornado Rider already, go look at their MySpace page now and stream a song or two into your ears. It’s an awful habit of mine to plug things, because then I fear people will think I’m an advertiser (like when Universal execs used to post Apple Trailers links on message boards), but I’m personally poor as snot, so I do it from the bottom of my heart.
The drawing below is based on Rushad’s seemingly improvised epilogue to an old, old recording of the distinctive Tornado Rider anthem “Bison Land.” They have a CD and digital album out now with production and stuff, and I don’t know if that little bit made the cut. Buy it anyway.
I hope he likes these if he sees ’um!
It was impossible not to gain some momentum after letting a largely inaccurate caricature of Rushad wrassle its way from my pencil to the bond paper, which is silky-smooth for drawing but responsible for the substandard scans before you. In hindsight, I would have scanned the pictures, warts and all, and not monkeyed with them based on my near-worthless knowledge of Photoshop -- but hindsight is 20/20, and 20 is neither here nor there. I only have 8 scans to put up in this post and hopefully another non sequitur or two just like this one, which makes 10 tops. Let’s get on with it.
Stylistically, I think I’ve splayed in all directions since Sunday night, which is delightful. But just to make sure what I was drawing was funny and squashy-stretchy, I drew Elmer Fudd from memory.
The Fudd is © Warner Bros., natch.
I pity this mouse what’s got his eyes all fused together. He didn’t used to be like that. What in the name of Jehovah’s jellybeans is his vision like? As if to pile on his trauma, this scan is grindhouse-quality, mainly because a lot of detail would have been lost if I’d used my known methods of tweaking any further.
This pussycat is more overtly elated than in many previous drawings of her.
Just to break up the cartoon animal monotony, this is a doodle I did a night or two before the Variations on Rushad, when I sucked slightly more. I’m interested now and then in trying dramatic acting on cartoon figures, even if their exaggeration threatens to invalidate it. Oh, and again, lousy scan -- lo siento.
Alas, these are slow, less spontaneous poses, but the angular design and subdued but graphic expressions were a direct result of my adventures in style.
Hope you enjoyed this unusually long post, and I hope to keep being inspired and active on this blog from now on. I also hope to start employing COLOR! (Wheeeeee!)
’Course, with another busy semester at LCAD on the horizon, I can’t guarantee any of that…