Monday, 15 September 2014
This here is Our Man’s first ever water colour. It’s a house, round the corner, whose shutters are always shut, gate is always rusty, and has had less paint slapped on it in 30 years than Our Man has used in the last 30 minutes. Our Man realises he can’t do much detailed work in water colour which, given his poor attention span and lack of patience, is just fine with him anyway. Will try to do some more of these.
Saturday, 13 September 2014
Our Man had a great idea after surviving his 10th Japanese school sports festival today. He thought he’d pop down on his bike to the Orwellian named Unidy to pick up some water colours to add some warmth to his rather dour-looking monochrome sketches.
The DIY emporium was all out of water colours, so Our Man bought some black and red ink and a set of brushes and thought he’d mix them up with some water and add a wash to some sketches tonight. But when he got home he found that the Magic Ink he’d shelled out 200 yen for turned out to be disappointingly unmagical marker pens. Still, they do look pretty bold and smooth, might be able to add them to his repertoire, being er, bold and smooth himself, ahem.
Later, just realised, forgot to put George Orwell's name on the book, tsk tsk. But you knew the quote already, right?
Friday, 12 September 2014
So here’s Our Man, back facing his demons. This one being an exercise in drawing a woman’s face. Well, it is what it is, caught halfway between naturalistic and cartoonish, boyish or girlish, with eyes wide-shut. The lips work and all the bits are in the right places, but she’s supposed to be looking down and yet we can see up her nostrils. It’s a muddle.
But that’s life.
Just realised this is the anniversary of 9/11 (actually just passed here in Japan) and Our Man has nothing to say other than looks like another war to celebrate the occasion. Laptop of Doom? Are you serious Foreign Policy? Call Our Man old fashioned, but he preferred it when propaganda was a bit more subtle. Like under Stalin. Sheesh. Still, you never know what a malcontent might do with a laptop and a recipe for a bomb.
He might write a novel, forchisssssakes.