Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Originally I'd wanted to draw a bunch of stuff, because my pet peeves conveniently fit into three categories, I have pet peeves as a 'New Yorker', as an 'artist' and as a 'dater.' These sketches were going to be charming and funny and quaint. This week I was reminded of how annoyed I am by the fact that there aren't enough hours in the day. Can that be a pet peeve? It's Thursday morning and If I don't put something up you're not going to see anything from me on this topic this week.
As a Dater, which rhymes with hater.... My largest dating pet peeve has to do with men and their need to stare at my boobs. I understand my they're there, and that they may need to be glanced at from time to time just to make sure that they're still there. . . Often though, and I mean usually, a guy won't glance at them, they'll ogle them. Oh, they'll catch themselves if that 'normal, functioning, human,' part of their brain takes over, and then they'll look at my face. . . . until they lose that part of their brain again. Sometimes when this happens I'm tempted to flash them, just to see them go into sensory overload.
Oh yeah. . . I also hate it when my mom calls me just to ask when I'm going to put up my Illustration Friday post. I especially despise it when she does it in a passive aggressive way, like, "Did you put a drawing up yet? I can't see your little picture under the categories. You know tomorrow's Thursday, right?" Okay mom, you can run over to http://www.illustrationfriday.com/ right now. It's up.
PS. I promise my little blog stalkers that I'll be back to my sunshine-happy self tomorrow.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
This little elephant is more big-boned than he is heavy. . .
Oh my! A heavy hairdo!
Saturday, March 15, 2008
I think that I might use this chunky guy for a children's book. I want to put together a folk tale about how the nautilus became 'chambered'.
This puffer fish refused to get puffy. I coached him for a good long while. He wasn't having it.
This little racoon fish had moxie. It was as if he knew I was drawing him and was willing to pose a bit.
Apparently Lisa Frank draws at the Coney Island Aqauarium too, because I came away with a few sketches that really looked like they belonged on the front of a puffy three-ring binder.
This fish below looks like it could have done with a unicorn or two for good measure.