Showing posts with label doodle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doodle. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Scribbles

Doodles from my work notebook, in pen...

When I am not stressed out, I tend to draw with light lines. I don't commit to the lines very much.
Harder, cleaner lines once the stress starts to hit. Plus, a dead cat. At least it's got a halo...
Insanity has set in. Complete babbling in the form of sketches, labeling what is clearly a beaver with "I'm a woodchuck!"
Sometimes, the drawing comes from somewhere else. I drew the leaves first because the way I wrote "Todd" made me think of leaves. Then I drew the koala.
Says "bat" in Korean. I actually don't like this guy. Something about his nose or eyes or something. I might draw a new bat if I remember to at some point.
 Drawing a pawn from the chess set that was on one of our conference tables while I was in a meeting. Obviously boredom.
Shocked sock puppet.
Pelican, because I had a dream about them. Don't like his tail.
Very hard, dark, angry lines. Not a good day, despite the music notes.
Pelicans, one asserting himself over the other. Story of life in production.

These doodles are really super quick, don't judge me too harshly. Mostly in meetings or conference calls, about whatever pops into my silly head.

They are a good gauge of where I am, generally. Sometimes, I draw all static objects- chairs, lamps, pens, etc. Sometimes, like now, it's all about animals. Cute and cuddly or realistic and rabid. Other times, it's people.

I guess it's going well enough right now that I am still drawing cartoony animals. We'll see what I'm drawing a couple months from now...

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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Tweedles


Doodling has always helped me to focus, to figure out where my thoughts are, and to really just get out any kind of pent-up emotion in me.

Apparently, I'm happier than I thought I was lately, because I doodled a rather cheery Tweedledee or Tweedledum today (I'm leaning towards Dee). He looks a bit like the love child of Uncle Fester and an Italian gondolier, but I don't care. He made me smile today.
As this movie progresses and I become more and more entrenched in my work, I am sure that my blog will languish, dusty and neglected. Though I'm only up to about 60 - 70 hour weeks, it hurts a bit more this time around. I guess I'm getting older and not able to soldier through those 100 hour weeks like I used to be able to.

I hope there will still be cooking and drawing and blogging in the months to come.

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