Fileteado

Fileteado

An experiment in the iconic Argentine decorative motif of fileteado, Just to show that I (occasionally) branch out into non-figure-related areas!

Drawing this sort of decoration is actually surprisingly difficult; a strong sense of flow, hierarchy, and proportion is essential to avoiding a confused mass of curls.

Boleo magic

Boleo magic

A style experiment, which I think turned out quite well! I’ve been considering for a long time the issue of trying to create tango illustrations that captures the energy of the dance, and here it seems to work. I have some more ideas for this knocking around, so stay tuned.

Credit for leg reference goes to the lurvely and talented Stephanie Fesneau . . . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_Qwm7hfW4A

The Stallion

This is probably the only time you’ll see examples of traced works on this blog. In my illustration class last year, we had to create an event banner using an illustration traced from a pre-existing image, using a dip pen:

horseman

The original is below. My idea was for a dressage show similar to the Lippizaner stallions, a photo of which I used as my reference. As you can see, I Russified the horseman a bit to suit my personal tastes; the Regency period was never my era of choice for uniforms. I even came up with a brief psuedo-history of an imagined Russian riding school– the loopy thing above the rider’s head on my version of Peter the Great’s royal monogram.

All in all though, It looks a bit like an engraving stolen from a book of Dover clip art! This particular version is unfinished, as I couldn’t find the original. I consider it a triumph of technique (This was my first time with a dip pen) but I could never get the damn thing to work satisfactorily with either the paper dimensions or the typography elements I had to include. Ah well . . .

lipizzaner stallion vienna

 

 

That one frumpy mom . . . .

That one frumpy mom . . . .

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 . . .