As you may already know, I’ve been going through an inner-tubes-as-material phase. At its peak I made my uncle Dave a belt pouch for his cell phone (at his request; I didn’t just inflict it on him). It had some problems, so today I made him a new one. See the slideshows below for pictures with commentary.
The old pouch (click the first picture of each set to see the slideshow so you can read the text):
The new pouch:
I have an addiction to notebooks. I’ve never met one that I didn’t want to own, to love, to realize its potential, to thrust my throbbing pen of creation into its pure, white pages of…um…er… Wow, that metaphor got out of hand. Sorry about that.
Anyway, I REALLY like notebooks, and as a result my house is filled with them. Some of them I’ve had for years, set aside in favor of new notebooks, rediscovered, and used again until the cycle begins anew. I rarely “finish” one, but the one currently on my desk is finally ready to give up the ghost. I remember the spiral-bound blank journal was a gift from an aunt when I was in middle school.
To celebrate, I am sharing selected sketches (with commentary) from the deceased notebook, most of which I don’t remember drawing. These doodles are usually born when I’m on the phone or trying to think of something to write about. My hand makes them totally independently from my brain, so I’m often surprised at what I’ve been up to while my thoughts were absent. It’s like coming home from work to find that your roommate has tie-dyed the walls and installed ceiling fans in the floor.
Keep in mind that I’ve never claimed to be able to draw. I use the monkeys-with-typewriters method, reasoning that if I just make enough lines, at least one is likely to end up in the right spot. Therefore my sketches tend to look kinda shaggy. It’s not sloppy technique, it’s my unique style! Honest!
Click any of the pictures below to start the slideshow.
