sketched from a cover of one of my DVDs, stylized in photoshop
Today I did a few drawings and wasn’t sure which to post, I chose this one for no particular reason at all, other then I thought it would look cool colorized and had some neat lines to it.
the proportions are way off I know, and I am not happy with her chin, or her eyes now that I look at it again. Still, I had to upload something. Perhaps I should have chosen the drawing I did of Rory?
So I was struck by the notion that I would create something each day. So like many other things in my life, unless I make myself accountable for it, I tend to forget and not do it. So I decided I will post online my Daily creations. I won’t be going all out ach day, simple sketches will be fine and as long as I can one of those and post it, then I am good. Meeting my goal. I do see that while on the road this will be hard, but I shall see if I can either play catch up, or post bad photos from my call. We shall see. So who knows, at least till Easter nimlas.org might become a daily blog.
Remember I ran a contest this summer for The WEIRD Show? Yeah well it was not forgotten, the winner was picked just after DragonCon, it was Zackmann. He and I corresponded back and forth so I could draw inspiration from him, and then I was able to create a painting for him. I did this and finished it and actually mailed it just after Halloween. I waited on updating the blog till I heard from him that he got it… then I just plum forgot to get back and update. Mark the Encaffeinated ONE even remind me, and then I procrastinated and never updated the blog. Tonight though, I remembered!
So here I give you, the prize that is now in Zackmann‘s home
Ta-Da!
All in all I have to say the whole contest experience was really nice, and personally it pushed me to get my act in gear and create. I need to do that more often. We all know the line “I should be writing,” but for me it is “I should be painting.” (Or drawing, or sketching, or shooting, or sculpting or something like that.)
Traffic was thick as usual as she directed her Saturn down Southern State Parkway. Leaving later from work often meant the traffic was less but as it was summer there were just more cars heading out east towards the beaches. It didn’t help that she lived in the same direction.
Her cell phone buzzed in her pocket, still on silent mode from work. Popping in the hand’s free into her hear with one hand and flicking the cell open with the other before shifting down to second yet again due to the idiots who slowed down to a snails pace anytime they saw a cop on the side of the road. Bonehead moves like that just added to the congestion. “Hello,” She said into the handsfree not having looked at the caller ID, she needed her eyes on the road, needed to spot the sudden break lights ahead.
“Hey,” Her roommate said over the line,” So we’re going to the Sting concert tonight.” Hearing the giggle of her roommate’s friend she knew who “we” referred to. Originally the tickets were for the friend and her mother, something must have happened. “So we’re on the train on our way and we realized something… we can’t think of a single song of his. What does he sing?”
A shudder passed through her body, it burned that two people who had no appreciation for good music were not only going to see a musician she grew up listening to and loving but they were clueless. Sting wasn’t just some musician, he was part of pop culture, how could anyone not know his music. “Well you know he’s originally from The Police.” She said rubbing her temples with one hand before shifting back up to third and then to fourth, thankful she was moving at least. Her windows were down and the breeze was welcomed.
“Oh yeah?” Her roommate asked and then there was a long pause. “Yeah we don’t know any Police songs either.”
Rather then beat her head against the steering wheel she took a few deep breaths and smiled before bellowing at the top of her lungs “ROXANNE!!!!!!!!!!!!”