There once was a bird, and a grand bird was he
all covered with plumes of pink,
and all round the town his footsteps were found
some in lead and some of them ink.
For this grand little bird, oh this fine young chap
had feet of a different kind;
for one was a pencil, which never would snap
and the other a pen most refined.
Through the day and the night he would write and would write
all manner of things where he strode:
sometimes long, sometimes short, or excessively trite
on pavements and walls and on roads.
The people cried out ‘what a terrible lout!
to scrawl on our chimneys and buildings!’
But for all that those people did holler and shout
and threw at him shoes and chased him about
only more and more words from the pen did spill out
and the pencil and plumes, for all they were stout
said and did more and held so much more clout
than the people around who were always without
the feet of a different kind.
my crappy sketch process press J to skip
pretty much always but I’m bad at tutorials and I’m tired so here have a bunch of WIP screencaps or something
so yeah first get that diggity darn basic sketch down, here I pushed Fred’s pose to look more like the cartoony double-bounce step walk I reckon he would have but his proportions are pretty humany so he’s not too different structure wise
needed reference for how the cuff would crease so I took a shot of my own sleeve (egads whodathunk you can use yourself as reference)
I tend to draw things a few frames after the reference if it’s moving; it’s a habit from animation, but basically to get away from that stilted rotoscope look that some heavily referenced pictures get I try to ‘animate’ the picture and draw it as if it’s the next key frame in a sequence, so here the coat has been pushed forwards by Fred’s hand and the folds are following that through
slapped on the rest of them clothes because ain’t nobody wants a naked android strutting about, also he’s not going to be on a catwalk in the picture so I threw in some blustery wind to help that hair and action line out. You’ll probably have noticed that I also leveled out the floor so his feet are both more duck-toed and at a different perspective
throw in a loose map for the lighting and there’s your goddamn scribbley-ass sketch. After this I red line it and fix all the mistakes I’ve made before going to inking and yes there are a metric shit tonne in this one but I’m hella tired so this is as far as I got :|
hope that helped somehow but yeah, reference; it’s great, use it, but don’t copy it, copying leads to dead awkward poses that your character wouldn’t do and really you don’t learn as much from copy pasting even if it’s by hand
One of the finer difficulties of drawing expressions; how to make your child with over sized eyeballs look sleepy and not stoned
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I went for the inventing a character based on a colour route again.
This is clog. He’s a dog… who is… also a clog. With a sock for a collar. Yeah. You get it.
Sitting posture inspired by the weird way our whippet sometimes sits with her feet sideways to the floor.
More doodles from this thread because holy ship I’m going to get diabeetus from these two
also bonus points go to Mary’s umbrella for being a grumpy third wheel in the background you go little dude keep them in line
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This is Clovis. She’s a kookaburra who lives in Wales. She is convinced that she is a nightjar.
I think I’m going to start doing a thing where I design a new character every day.
When I played with my toys the stories were always very epic and involved and were quite often about murders (the villain was usually the sole Barbie we owned). These two are a pair of crime busting buddies; Lucy is the brains and brawn, Thomas is the tact. Thomas is also very very glad that gun is welded to his back, partly because he hates violence, but mostly because Lucy would be using it every five minutes if it wasn’t. Not that she hasn’t tried.
experiments for backgrounds and stuff
I’d already seen what we were watching on the telly so I doodled these
if my parents knew what I was sketching on the sofa they probably wouldn’t care because they’re as mad as I am
