Thursday, 21 February 2008

stretching my fingers









Some pages that made it out alive of 'the sketchbook I never want to show anyone'. Playing around with ink has been pretty enjoyable, though highly frustrating at points. I'm nowhere near being as comfortable with ink as I am with pencil, which is so forgiving in its nature. I'm reminded why I have a great deal of respect for those who choose and control such a temperamental medium to work with on a regular basis.

Anyways, take this post as creative vomit. I seem to draw unsavory things when I have no concepts in mind. What that means I don't know. I think there will be more to come.