At one point, roundabout 2005, I felt it'd be a good idea for me to try drawing consistent characters. SHOCKINGLY, this plan did not bear fruit; I'm bored with my own drawing style halfway through everything I draw. Clearly, I should have given my animation major a leetle more practical thought before going through with it.
This one's new - it's lookin' like my consistency has not improved at all in the last 6 years. Go me!
I just remember this guy's name was Connor Meile, after the line of vacuum cleaners. Not sure why, precisely, but they are good vacuums.
After drawing this guy, a very nice girl was enthusiastically emailing me about him, which was a little weird to me, as I think of everything I do as an isolated exercise in a corner of my apt, and am somehow always shocked to find out other people can see these things, too. Also, it's a little worrying to think that people may be looking to me for inspiration, since I spend the majority of my time drawing the dumbest ball-related puns I can think of.
After drawing this guy, a very nice girl was enthusiastically emailing me about him, which was a little weird to me, as I think of everything I do as an isolated exercise in a corner of my apt, and am somehow always shocked to find out other people can see these things, too. Also, it's a little worrying to think that people may be looking to me for inspiration, since I spend the majority of my time drawing the dumbest ball-related puns I can think of.
He's carrying is some sort of weird old poison bottle I wanted at one point, but was not willing to spend 150 bucks on, because that is ridiculous. I'm sure somebody did, though. The jerk.
I really like double-breasted coats, but only on other people. I don't have time personally for that many buttons.
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