Posts Tagged ‘draw’

Things that begin with the letter “b” (or doodles which are positively not mine {and one that possibly is})

November 13, 2008

Hallo, there!  Glad to be back.  This last month has been insanely busy with school and such and I haven’t really felt that I had the time to update.  Any time I did have time, I was away from my computer.  But, now I’m back and it’s on with the doodling!

My theme for today is sort of a choose your own adventure.  It can either be “Things That Begin With The Letter ‘B'” or “Doodles Which Are Positively Not Mine.”  It’s totally your choice.  I will warn you, however: the following may shock and horrify you.  Or, considering my obvious affinity for plagiarism, you may be expecting this kind of behavior from me already. Basically, these are drawings that, though found in my very own class notes, are not mine.  How do I know this? you may wonder.  Obviously, the answer is that these drawings actually look like something specific.  They are also all of subjects which begin with the letter “b”, but that’s hardly consequential.  Consider the following examples:

Butterfly

Bird

Bumblebee

Banana

Baby

Now, that our grammar lesson is finished, we can get onto the real work.  Please note the careful detail put into all of these specimens.  Take notice of the realism which is depicted, albeit somewhat cartoonishly in many cases.  These are clearly the works of someone (or some people) who have some semblance of artistic talent; or, in any case, at least a decent sense of the aesthetics of the world around them.

Need more proof these weren’t drawn by me?  Please take note of Baby-Not-Drawn-By-Me above.  Now, examine this:

This…well, at first I had it lumped in with drawings I had not created.  Upon further investigation though, this does appear to be a Chelsea original.  Look at the fingers, the mangled legs…all trademarks of my style.

Perhaps one of these days I’ll learn to draw like those unnamed artists who left their marks on my class notes.  Until then…well, you’ll probably just see more things like Baby Numba Two up there.

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All the world’s a stage…

October 2, 2008

Generally speaking, my drawings are randomly placed next to each other with no particular story to tie them together.  Chaos and randomness reign, and the result is pointless, directionless drawings which have no hope that their existence has a purpose because, frankly, it doesn’t.  Yes, I create little existential doodles.  Poor things.

All that to say that some of my drawings do have a point.  That is, on the very rare occasion, I do happen to draw an actual scene.  I have several of those to share today.

This beauty was actually the first doodle I created at Bible school.  I had gone an entire year without drawing, simply wasting precious class time listening and taking notes when I could have been creating masterpieces.  What I love about this drawing is the absolute randomness of it.  The angry sailor…the other stick man, covering his eyes in horror…the shark with a serious case of TMJ/CDTS (Crappily Drawn Tail Syndrome)…it’s all so perfect.

And, yet another stick man threatening a large, aquatic creature with a harpoon in a non-aquatic environment.  This guy looks more nervous than angry, though.  And, who wouldn’t be?  That whale appears to be a giant PEZ dispenser…who knows what kind of havoc he could cause if allowed to roam free. (If you’re looking for an explanation for this drawing, read the caption…”Whaling Wall”…punny…)

Okay, I clearly had some messed up concept of what the solar system looks like.  Let’s all take a moment to remind ourselves through Schoolhouse Rock exactly what order the planets go in (for the record, I hate Interplanet Janet with a burning passion and I really want to know 1. Why she has to be from a “future world” and how that even makes sense and 2. Why Janet, clearly a creeptastic robot, has a “womanly figure”…actually, maybe I don’t want to know that…).

Also, I absolutely love that the moon is large enough to swallow the sun in one gulp in this picture…not to mention poor Saturn back there, who will no doubt be a midnight snack for the out-of-control Moon Monster.

This picture says a lot about my personality.  The animals I chose to draw were clearly unique.  Where else can you find a rabbit, one of the sheep that thoroughly ignored Babe, a snail, a squawking bird, a turtle/pizza thing and an armadillo that is in the process of being struck by lightning all in the same drawing?  The playful creatures are all frolicking (or twitching in pain, as the case may be) outside of a cave which I think we’re supposed to believe is their shared home.  Right.  ‘Cause snail slime on sheep’s wool will work out really nicely.

I think this drawing is a cry for help.  I’m telling the world that no one has taken me to a circus in recent enough years for me to actually remember what one looks like.  This is my depiction of what I think might have happened at some circus, somewhere.  Why there is a lion waiting patiently for the tightrope walker to falter so it can have a tasty snack, I simply don’t know.

This isn’t a scene, I know, but I just really wanted to mention that during my first week of Bible school, I took notice of one particular administrator who I really thought looked like the Grand Duke from Rock-a-Doodle (the owl guy in the background of the linked picture).  I noticed this owl drawing was placed rather strategically next to notes from a lecture by this administrator and was greatly amused.

Hungry for learning…or pie

September 25, 2008

There was a time when I went to school from 8am to 12pm. Basically, I feel sorry for anyone who teaches a class ending at 12pm, because you know every student is thinking less about math figures and more about what they’re going to stuff in their gullet as soon as they’re dismissed.

This was obviously the case for me one fine winter day. The following is a sample of one page of notes, which we shall dissect further following initial observation.

Clearly, I was being starved in such an inhumane fashion that even weird, squiggly balls of fluff (dust bunnies? broccoli?) looked appetizing enough to be served alongside cake and pie.

First of all, this is lasagna. Yes, lasagna. “Who draws lasagna?” one may ask. Probably a girl who spent a lot of money, time, effort and emotion to pull together a fabulous lasagna dinner only to have it criticized and picked apart. Or, you know, maybe just some weird chick. Whatever.

What I really do wonder, though, is when I drew this. Was it before the dinner, in anticipation of the big event? Or was I drawing after the dinner as some sort of consolation or therapy?

French bread goes with lasagna. That’s pretty much a fact. The French bread I made was stuffed with garlic and cheese and amazing spices and was so good, I’m getting hungry right now thinking about it.

This pie (which I have never in my life made properly) appears to be bending in a concave fashion from the bottom, which I find amusing. Also, I think the crust is actually a cleverly disguised bowling ball.

Mmmm…cake.

“What is that?” you might shout, pounding your fists in frustration. “It doesn’t look like anything edible…or inedible! What kind of artist are you?”

I’ll tell you what kind of artist I am. I am the kind of artist who deviates from the norm and, instead of drawing a traditional doughnut, draws a crueller that has been beaten in on all sides with a screwdriver. That’s the kind of artist I am.

My true feelings on clowns

September 25, 2008