A little something I started on the bus last night. Pencil sketch, colored quite successfully on photoshop, with the exception of his pants and his shako. The extra effort payed off in this case; he looks quite splendid, and in need of naught but a vicious enemy to skewer.
I admit, I drew this mostly as an excuse to create flowing trouser lines . . . .
For as long as I can remember, this has been the image that springs to mind when I hear the name Ruth; Bushy grey helmet-hair, receding chin, unflattering glasses, and only the finest in nineties fashion.
Strangely enough, I can’t identify a specific Ruth that inspired this image; its more a composite of various frumpy mothers I’ve met over the years, and somehow that name just stuck. Don’t fret though, lovely Ruth’s of the world– I have an even less flattering association with my own name! Stay tuned . . .
Neck beards! It looks like I just can’t get enough of them! This was the result of a long afternoon of sketching at Powell’s Books. Be expecting more digital coloring such as this, although of course I’ll always prefer doing it by hand . . .
Gawd help us, he got into the schnapps again . . . WHO let him out of the attic?