“Why Santa Didn’t Come” – Cserpent’s new range of Christmas cards for 2009! Most will have been good this year, but some have been beastly and will most certainly be scratched from Santa’s list. Click here or see below for their crimes most ghastly.
Nursey
Here is a painting that i did for my friend Laura. This is why i haven’t drawn anything in like freakin ages but it’s always good for the creative gravy to do something different, like work with the infuriating medium that is paint. I can’t actually paint as such, but what i can do is colour in, most of the time i even get it inside the lines! Woo check me out. Ok enough bollocksy waffling from me, i’ve not eaten anything worth a damn and so my word making mechanism ist kaput.
Fucksticks.
The 50's lassies that adorn the house of Laura
I did three today, after much wailing and moaning about my meagre talents vanishing… happily a friendly mushroom came to my aid. Not a magic mushroom mind. We are sensible and law-abiding adults around here. Obviously.
Lottie
Lottie i did first. I have just noticed she has rather wonky eyes….
Pippi
And 3rd but not least, indeed i think she is my favourite, but i just can’t pick out of Lottie and Leslie, I don’t really think that Leslie is a super name but there was a character on television last night called Leslie and through that it seems to have seeped into my brains… though that was a man…
Leslie
I guess, today at least, i am just a sucker for blondes.
Poor Butterfly indeed! This is the catchy title of the Errol Garner track (song? track? how does one phrase the title of a song of yesteryear? track seems slightly crass…) anyway, an excellent tune and make no mistake.
Today’s contribution to the loosely termed “Daily Drawing” or “DD” or “Double D” is a tragic snap shot of Mildred in her rubber waders. I think we can all agree that Mildred had a recent shit time of it.
This drawing was in fact crafted over the weekend, and therefore it is quite purposefully misleading of me to go about claiming it to be a drawing of this day of our Lord, the 7th of April. Clearly us artist types are consummate liars and simply not to be trusted.
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I got distracted for a bit there by making soup, hanging out washing and then trying to find pictures of ladies in the beat generation to see exactly how they wore their Black. And were they more of the blonde or the black-haired persuasion? I have not as yet found the answer as i realised some way through that i was in fact half way through writing this blog entry, so please forgive me dear reader, perhaps i will have a more educated answer to the question you didn’t ask regarding lady-beats hairstyles.
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Now, yes, back to it. So Mildred and her rubber waders. Largely inspired by last Fridays downpour. I’m sure if you were in Melbourne you could not have missed it. It was a blackened day, lit by great shafts of forked lightening being hurtled from the heavens. I took an ill-timed lunchbreak and wound up huddling beneath a sparse-leafed tree watching people wading shoeless across Victoria Parade. Unable to do so myself due to costume restrictions (for tis un-seemly for a lady to bare her ankles..) eventually i had to leep overflowing drains and spend the rest of my afternoon huddled beneath a particularly cold and unforgiving air vent in wet clothes. Conversation then quickly moved on to rubber waders and my head-box just sort of ran with it. Largely i am happy with the finished product, except for the colour(s).
Now another problem with doing a daily drawing is that you are forced to publish whatever you finish (unless you produce a real real stinker, as i have done now and again). Now i say forced, who am i forced by? Only myself and the silly rules i have invented, which i mostly don’t follow, but i feel forced all the same. Perhaps compelled would be a better word. As you may have noticed i am only really just beginning to experiment with colours, having previously stuck to a strict pallet of red & black or versions of. But then i bought some coloured pens, and here we are! Blue, yellow, by god it’s madness. So alas you, dear reader, (or indeed you, dear person who has wandered from the other grazing flock of the internet – accidentally toward this blog – quite by accident – as so often happens) have the misfortune of having to pain your eyes with the sight of inexpertly placed daubs of colour displaying all the skill of a particularly unruly kindergarten child just unleashed on a box of paints. I am awful i know. I use too many colours and i use them inexpertly and these are the very reasons why i have kept away from colour for so long.
But damn it, it’s fun.
Colours are fun. My new yellow pen is more precious to me than the entire rest of the contents of my pencil case (but please don’t tell them i said that), and as a card carrying lover of stationary these are not words i utter lightly. So i’m afraid you’ll have to bear with my amateurish colourmanship for a short time longer until i have a)gained some skill or b)given the whole thing up in a moment of just clarity.
I feel i ought to say also that the eel was inspired by my memory of a eel i met at my primary school principals house that went by the name of “old blue eyes”. Now, i must clarify that the eel was not in Mr Evaroas house, it was in fact in his creek. We would go down to Mr Evaroas creek and throw bread in for the eels, there was a big gang of them and the biggest of the lot was old blue eyes, the only eel i have ever seen in my life with piercing bright blue eyes. The wallpaper does not do him justice.
RIP old blue eyes.
Well i expect i must, as so often is the case in my life, begin with apologies.
The first must go to Kat McLeod, the very talented Melbourne artist from who i seem to have shamelessly pillaged and plagiarised by adding wool to my latest drawing. All i can say in my defence is that i have just this week taken up knitting and this was the very first bit of stitch that i put together. It was shit, obviously, so i stopped knitting it, but it’s tantalising yellowness and (literally) hours of work that i put into it would not allow for me to throw it away, therefore i was inspired by it’s skirt-like shape to add it to a drawing and hay presto, a poor imitation of Kat! Also, i believe i heard somewhere that imitation is the very highest compliment so there we are, i’ve actually done a good thing (???).
2nd on the apology agenda is to say, by gosh i really haven’t been keeping to my daily drawing protocol have i? I doubt that anyone reading this blog really particularly let it upset them, or were at any point overheard to say “Gosh, she really hasn’t been keeping to her daily drawing protocol has she?”. But irrespective i feel an explanation is due and the explanation is that i have indeed been drawing but they’ve been those bloody difficult-takes hours and days-rub them out 800 times and start again-type drawings. So i have been working, honest. I have also, as i mentioned previously, been trying to knit, but that is by the by.
I hope to have 2 more drawings up that i’ve been working on during the week by the end of today but who can say what horrors or delights may delay this dear wish. We are all subject to the fates.
I’m sure i had many more things to add but i can’t remember what they were as i just ate lunch and my head is full of rice. So without further delay, today’s offering.
What my mum thinks about my drawings…
“My thoughts about them:
Drawing 1. Dont like it. It looks amateurish.
Drawing 2. Fabulous. Lots of interesting things on the hat. Its engaging.
Drawing 3. Very good. The young things will like this.
Drawing 4. I see what you mean. There’s no connection between the woman and the dragon.
Drawing 5. Ho-Hum
Drawing 6. Not too keen on this one. Don’t know why.
Drawing 7. Now this is my favourite. You have captured a middle-aged woman instead of a young girl. (Could I be your muse perhaps???)It would be interesting to see how older women sell.
Drawing 8. I don’t like the full-skirted look personally
Drawing 9. I love this one, but I would prefer the cigarette in her fingers. In her mouth like that makes her look cheap. Would make a great wine bottle label. (There’s a thought)
Drawing 10. Love the head. Would prefer to see more decoration on the dress.
Drawing 11. This is FABULOUS!!!!! This is so great.
Drawing 12. Is that a strangled deat cat in her hands?
There you have my honest opinions. X Mum”
Gor bless her aye!
24/03/09
Today i had 4 images cooking in my head. I did some unscheduled and ill advised exercise this morning and on my cycle home from this cruel passtime i thought of Zelda. The other 3 came later, i thought today, this Tuesday, this foul Tuesday (as all Tuesdays are foul) the 24th of March i would sit down and draw my 4 drawings that were cooking in my head, but alas, it was not to be. The time sped up and my pencil sped down and here i am with 2. I fear the other 2 will slip from my head, having never come to fruition, never being drawn down. But of course they will always exist in that alternate dimension that sometimes peeks into my head, or vice versa.
The background for Zelda needs fixing, but there is no time for that now, i am quite pleased with my Black Hearted Girl, though i did want her to look rather more amused and non-chalant to discover that her heart and blood were indeed black (as she had always suspected) and if you are one cursed or blessed with a black little heart then indeed discovering this fact would be amusing to you, if indeed mildly surprising. I had a friend at school who was Type O Negative blood, which i always thought sounded terribly exotic, i was terrifically envious and quite convinced that her blood would come through black were she cut or injured.
The person on the front of my herbal sleeping supliments looks as though she is dead (though i suppose that’s as peaceful as it gets), and my neighbour has hooping cough.
I hope my brain does not reset and delete the 2 other pictures i have in my head… drat i think i’ve lost one already… anyway, here is my favourite for the day
22/03/09
Daily Drawing,
Or “Double D” as i like to call it, when in a more purile mood. Which is most of the time. Anyway, it has been pointed out to me that i am not taking “daily” at it’s literal sense, for which i apologise. But i am afterall, in my defence, an artist, and we are famous for our inconsistencies, drunkenness and philandering.
However, i would like to say that i did indeed create a drawing on Friday, the 20th, i drew it on Friday morning, at work, utilising my time in paid employment in the best possible way in my view. Besides, the computers were down, what else was i to do? However, the upshot of this that in my haste to leave the building come 4.45pm i forgot said drawing and thusly have been unable to post it here on the DD. You must understand, i could not go back. Not for that. Not for anything. Besides, it’s really not very good.
anyway, here is today’s offering, she’s a bit of a french fox.
