With middle-age rapidly approaching and the days flying by faster than an appropriate metaphor off the tongue of someone far more witty than me, I decided to get my increasingly fat arse in gear to produce some cartoony illustrationy comic booky type of art in the vain hope that someone, someday, might want to pay me money to draw pictures for them.
With a day job, a wife and a child to contend with finding time to draw isn't always easy and, although I have always kept a sketch book, the pictures inside are mostly a jumbled scribble of half-baked ideas barely fit for my own eyes let alone anyone else's. The idea behind this blog is to try and create, to a lesser or greater extent, finished pieces of work on a more or less regular basis. I'm hoping that putting them in the public arena (don't get this confused with public domain copyright fans!), and maybe even getting some constructive feedback in the process, will help me develop my skills, confidence and build a body of work that will form the basis of my portfolio.
First up is a portrait of a man who, to my teenaged Watchmen reading mind anyway, could hold claim to being the greatest living Englishman. He knows the score, he's Alan Moore!
The style is not really typical of the way I normally work, but recently I've had something of an obsession with my Pentel pocket brush and I felt I had to get this out of my system before moving on. There's a slight inconsistency in the rendering of the hair, but rather than spend time getting overly fussy I thought I'd show the piece warts-and-all.
More to follow soon...