Putting It All Together

As a person who knows how to draw, I get to do it with almost every endeavor or employment, past and present. There’s always a point somewhere that I need to whip out a pencil, grab a piece of paper and draw. I can’t remember any of my jobs that didn’t figure in a sketch, a drawing, or a design. It can be a logo, or a sign to put up. During college, I may have drawn anything for my friends. I also earned a bit on the side, when I’m at home, students drop by to have some illustration done for their projects.

Most of my doodles end up lost. And I seem to have accustomed myself with how I draw, my methods, of sorts, and even with the rigid in-betweening habits I picked up during my gig with TOEI Animation, of which, by the way, took me years to scrape off from my system, because it almost took over my own way of drawing stuff, my accustomed “style” was to do some rudimentary sketch, expound on it, do a clean up on a light box [a skill I picked up with animation] and revise some more.

I have always thought my illustration skill is second nature, not just a hobby but something that came natural. But I’m not that proud of my work. I’m not as good as Mannix , or Aries, or Maestro or even color and paint like Uging. Wish I could, but these are seasoned artists whom I have grown to admire even when we were still doing work in a studio cramped with drawing tables and paper.

I’m a total slouch with my art.

So one night, while we were just waiting for graphic work to arrive for the news, I took my ink pen and did this:

Putting It All Together

Don’t get me wrong. This is not a single ink  drawing. It’s a three-in-one. I just put it all together to make up one story in visual form. I started with the hand on a cup, and the thing just grew. Pretty drastic for someone who’s used to sketching first. And with ink! can you believe it?

I wanted to find out if I am worthy enough to publish my own komiks this November Komikon. And my confidence is very much at an all time low for sometime. I do have the stories, and the characters. I have been blogging about it here.

My style needs a lot of work. And I mean a LOT.

But I am enjoying this.

 

Too Much Time On My Hands

No, it’s not something from Styx catalogue.

When you’re faced with no bundy clock to race to, no deadlines to cram about, one’s own existence comes to fore. Like wondering how birds can immediately cheer you up when you’re down. Or if when you sleep at night and your roof is hosting some pigeon conference.

Now I get to do some stuff entirely of my own volition. My drawing and animation workshop is about to take place sooner than I expected. Paetenians are running out of artists. More of us are opting for jobs abroad. Or the ones left here are often dissing manual work for a more, er, civilized job like in an office where you sit on your butt for long hours and act really cool while stooping and condescending to your superiors. I take pride in my Paetenio blood, and the art that it carries in its genes. Too bad nobody taught me to carve, but my illustration has been developing through the years and I guess its time to pass on the skills to a younger generation.

And it beats moping about the house waiting for a call that will never happen.