Once I got my fancy new supplies, I went down to the Bulb to draw some things.
These are the things I drew. They are pretty thoroughly terrible, but that’s to be expected for the first real attempt at anything beyond phone-doodles in … HOBO-HUMPING CHRIST! 15 years? Really? Yeah. OK. really.
The first of the first:
A bayscape with poor perspective, in graphite on paper.
Second:
The top of stairs up to the top of one of the reconstructed destruction building. charcoal on paper.
Proportions are off, there’s no depth to the inside and I got bored drawing all the graffiti on the outside.
Third:
The other end of the roof from the staircase. A spray painted heart on an odd outcropping of cement. My hands got cold in the fish-and-fennel scented bay breeze, so I quit on this one. More charcoal.
Fourth:
Crap in a tree. This one actually has an element I think turned out well: the tree and branches got a nice sort of Chinese watercolor look using the side of the woodless graphite pencile.
