Now that wasn't so bad

This week I tried doodling a few sketches so that I could pick one that would be less complicated than the previous week. I wanted to be able to whip out a finished product in one night as opposed to my previous entire week dedication. It turns out that if I tell myself that I'm doing this in one night, then I can do it in one night. Who knew? Anyhow, not the most creative product of my skills but hey, it's not like a million people are out there biting their nails in anticipation of the great new things to come on this blog. Did I mention I'm a very sarcastic person? No? Well...I am. Anyhow, blah, blah, blah...on to the feature.

Complications

So it turns out, odd enough, that drawing one complete drawing per week is a bit more difficult than earlier expected. I end up spending all of my evening 'free' time hunched over my drawing pad while watching countless episodes of Smallville. This unfortunately has left me with little precious time to do much else that I would like to be doing. Am I late in my weekly posting. Yes. But every project, especially in the early phases, can't go perfectly. I ran into some slightly unexpected complications. I have two children who quite enjoy drawing/coloring. Being an artist (yes, I classify myself as such) I prefer to use art supplies that do not consist of colorful wax wrapped in cheap paper. My choice of medium for many things is slightly more professional (if you can call what I'm doing 'professional'). Since high school, my preference is that of Prismacolor colored pencils. Very smooth colors. These pencils cost $1.39 and up depending on where you shop. That's for one pencil mind you. My pencils stay safely away from the kids in high spots hidden in boxes. Safe. Ha! Not likely. Turns out that my major road block happened last week. I busted out the old work in progress only to discover that the major colors that I needed were MIA. Gone. Bye-bye. I then come to find a book...yes...a book...that is colored with colors matching those that are missing. When I give the kids the third degree they feign innocence, though I knew better. Three days and a few choice color words later, I found them. On laundry day. In my dirty close hamper. Those little rascals stashed them for later. Anyhow, a few road blocks later, I've finished my latest masterpiece-ish piece of work. I thought that this week I would show a little four part imagery of phases of my drawing style. Please note that the creature I've done is wrapped in a multi-colored quilt. When I asked my son what color his blanket should be, he said yellow, blue, red, and purple...for The Wiggles. Don't ask.