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Digital green space, the ipad sketchbook

admin — Thu, 11 Nov 2010 16:52:03 +0000

II finally broke down and bought a stylus for the Ipad and it was the best 14$ ( i got two, one for each hand, no i loose these things so i got a back up) ive spent on a non- digital item with digital applications ever. I ended up getting a Pogo Sketch Stylus, by Ten One Design.

Ipad User; digital sketch,by heavylox

One of the best things about drawing on the train is over time you get to see familiar faces and get to know people in a removed sort of fashion. You get to see people in all there facets, in random order, only suing your memory to sort out where they are today. So as it happens i had a second encounter with a fellow commuter, which was very redemptive.
i was sitting in a double seat with a woman and an elderly gentleman. The lady, well call her Fran, asked me if i was drawing. I said yes and showe her the ipad screen. She was excited about it and remarked to the elderly fellow, well call him Grumpy Gramps, that i was drawing and very talented. To which Grumpy Gramps, replied very dryly that he to draws, and as such he seemed less than impressed.
Fran: oh you draw on the computer too?
Grumpy Gramps: no i used pen and paper.
oh Gramps your really pulling the old timer on me here huh. These youg folks and their disrespect for tradition, I USE PAPER, and draw the way it should be done.
Fran: oh, well im sure youre very talented too. Im sitting with two talented artists.
How nice of Fran to placate Gramps by also allowing him to be talented. I think that warmed gramps up a bit, And he finally forced him self to actually look at what i was doing. I think to his surprise i wasnt drawing a stick figure or some sort of crude pornographic image.
Gramps: you gonna draw the belly (in a voice with NO tact in regards to train passenger proximity )
Oh now youre all interested huh, you Grump. He was actually quite nice and probably would have been interesting to talk to had we had more of a ride ahead of us. Through out all of this i started to feel more and more as though i had seen Fran before. Finally as i was getting of the train it hit me, Fran had already appeared on Reason & RasClot before, filed under Bad manners. Yes Fran was Ms So you didn’t go to finishing school?, And here she was the antithesis of all she had shown herself to be previously. Now well see which Fran we met next; the Devil or the Angel.

vanilla scarf, drawn on the Ipad

some color

admin — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 17:10:27 +0000

Crisp weather Lunch Rest: illustration by heavylox

knatty color: illustration by heavylox.

long day Color: illustration by heavylox

opps, thought i was using water color crayons, turned out oil crayons got mixed in...: illustration by heavylox

another five head, plus other pages

admin — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 16:24:37 +0000

Classic Five Head

Disc-Man Hanger onner

face Rester

Gammpy white hair

admin — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 21:18:35 +0000

White Hair, by heavylox

John Rambo, good burger

admin — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 21:13:32 +0000

sketchBook pages

admin — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 14:45:00 +0000

device Central, man and his machines

Knatty dread in a midtown

Ipod movie watcher: by heavylox

long days, long faces

admin — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 14:50:54 +0000

Sometimes riding the train home from work, feels like a happy journey. Cars filled with passengers excited to get home and see family friends or just relax in the comfort of home. At other times you can see the length of a day in all the faces on ride home. As if collectively the day was one that threatened to defeat everyone attempting to live it out. Deep sighs abound, followed by even deeper sighs as if struggling to keep the hysterics of defeat at bay; just long enough to make it home where you can collapse with out fear of the world seeing you completely beaten. The weight of the day pushing past your resilience, has sunk in to your pores, your nooks, your crannies, as water over time beats canyons out of seemingly immovable rock. Faces that in morning may have looked taught and youthful are now showing their age. The epidermis, like weathered window trim in need of some spackle to fill the crevasses and make the surface flat and palatable again. On these days the train rides a little lower, as each passenger releases their full weight unto seat. Secret hopes of deferment abound, ranging from the practical to the fantastical. Maybe the there will be some signal issue and the train will need to stop for a little while, and i can take a nap. Maybe well hit some time warp so on a 35 minute ride i can get an hour and a half of sleep and be ready for what lies at home, hungry children, unfinished chores, the miles you have yet to go before bed becomes an approved option. These long days transcribe their length onto their victims. Faces become like vinyl imprinted with the pressures of the day. This is the reminder, that despite all of our technologies, all of our leisure educing products, all these comforts are of little consequence when Day is your master. Mere survival becomes heroic. I imagine somewhat like soldiers returning home after battle. You can see shared nods of dazed relief. a Mix of survivors guilt and disbelief you made it out, broken, but alive. Hoping against all odds tomorrow will arrive with some sympathy, at very last some empathy. Any sign of mercy.

long faces, long days

few recent pages

admin — Sat, 09 Oct 2010 17:15:18 +0000

heavy Pen: illustration by heavylox

scruffies

ASA applicant

admin — Tue, 17 Aug 2010 15:02:48 +0000

THis poor lady could not keep her eyes open, while she sat in the park attempting to fill out ASA application forms. Her head was in the perpetual bob and snap back as she drifted into sleep only to jerk herself out of it as her began to swing low into the, ‘im sitting up but sleeping’ position.

I kinda short changed her head wrap situation and cranium circumference.

doc updates

admin — Sun, 01 Aug 2010 13:25:10 +0000

ole girl had a strapless dress on and a child in stroller two things that require two hands. Still she smiled at her little boy and you could see the over flow of love.

this woman had some thinning hair, which i havent really rendered yet, but reminds me that ive been paying a lot of attention to had and trying to figure out when in the drawing to do got to some of it. It seems to make sense to get to a lot of it towards the end when whats underneath is defined, although depending on how it sits or covers it can be a challenge to render.