Once upon a time, in high school, I was an art student. I soon discovered that I was incapable of drawing straight lines. I could sketch, I could make decent caricatures, but straight lines put an end to any chance of a future art career. One thing I did love to do, however, was draw people on the subway; a hurried activity, usually accompanied by clever paper covering techniques (One time I was particularly obvious, and my subject was non to pleased about my rendition of his hairline.) So I figured now that I have a place to share my doodles, I might as well take up the old habit again. This one is of an awfully cheery fellow on the five train.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
short pants make me angry
Once upon a time, in high school, I was an art student. I soon discovered that I was incapable of drawing straight lines. I could sketch, I could make decent caricatures, but straight lines put an end to any chance of a future art career. One thing I did love to do, however, was draw people on the subway; a hurried activity, usually accompanied by clever paper covering techniques (One time I was particularly obvious, and my subject was non to pleased about my rendition of his hairline.) So I figured now that I have a place to share my doodles, I might as well take up the old habit again. This one is of an awfully cheery fellow on the five train.
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lolz funny
ReplyDeleteStupid pants
ReplyDeleteThats great, i bet that could sell really well :) I used to want to be a cartoonist but that idea went by the wayside....
ReplyDeleteThis is great, and sounds like a wonderful hobby. And I wouldn't have thought that straight lines were so critical co an art career. If I need a straight line I find ruler. Curves, require an artist.
ReplyDeleteI think an inability to draw straight was indicative of an inability to commit to precision and "neatness" in my work. Or so my high school art teachers used to say.
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