Tag: brush pen
Sunday Sketch Summary
by Alethea on Aug.07, 2011, under WIP
Some pages from my sketchbook, spanning just over a week of stuff. Some rough ideas for an arcade stick design (nothing usable…) some meandering thoughts and some Zodiac related scribbles.
The Cutting Room Floor
by Alethea on Nov.19, 2010, under Art Dive
Yesterday I completed the more-difficult-than-expected task of selecting a number of images to feature in my portfolio. I set a limit of ten images and tried to gather a set of images that gave a rounded representation of what I can do.
While trawling through work recent and old, I found a number of pictures that never got the chance to see the light of day. Here’s a few that I rather like.
There’s plenty more! When I started this blog I had an idea of diving into old work to examine what I’ve been doing in the past. Maybe this is the start of bringing that idea to life.
Frustration
by Alethea on Sep.16, 2010, under Line Drawings
One from a series of images.

I am easily alarmed.
by Alethea on Sep.07, 2010, under Line Drawings
This morning I was hurrying to my bus stop via a narrow alley when I was quite shocked to realise there was something very big and very black sitting on the fence next to me. A huge, fluffed up crow.
But maybe it wasn’t that huge, maybe it just seemed that way because it was above me, or because it was all fluffed up. At work today I drafted the below two pictures, playing with two different view points.

Gah!

"Oh, hi"
I didn’t have time to finish the second one before my lunch break ended, but I also thought I could handle a lower view better. So I redid it when I finished work.

Revised and inked.
I think I like the expression in the first one a bit better. I also lost the shape of the bird when I inked it (It was a bit sleeker and I kinda wanted it to hint at the silhouette of a falcon because at one point when I looked at the crow I thought it was a member of the falco family!)
The damn bird was at my bus stop again when I got home this evening. It flew around lazily, taunting me as I scurried to my car…







