Here’s some work in progress. The Littlest Plague Doctor. Aww. I usually do a sketch in Photoshop, drag it into Illustrator to do the main elements there, then drag it back into Photoshop to scribble out some ideas like a background - or in this case, a background and some balloons. Then it’ll be back over into Illustrator to add those ideas to the overall picture.
The weather outside is bloody awful. I am sat right by the window and there’s gusts of wind and rain pelting against it. I am glad I am indoors and snugly warm. Currently have a blanket wrapped around me.
Here’s some work in progress. The Littlest Plague Doctor. Aww. I usually do a sketch in Photoshop, drag it into Illustrator to do the main elements there, then drag it back into Photoshop to scribble out some ideas like a background - or in this case, a background and some balloons. Then it’ll be back over into Illustrator to add those ideas to the overall picture.
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I would have bet my stash of Christmas treats that it was The Sarcastic Ones birthday today. In all the time I’ve known The One of Sarcasm (twelve years you know), I could have sworn her birthday was on the 18th December. And I was wrong. It’s tomorrow.
Look! I made stuff. Using yesterday’s doodle. Go lookie :D
I wish I wasn’t so damn shy. Sometimes I want to curl up into a tight ball, muttering, 'please don't look at me.'
Then, on the occasion I scrap together enough courage to do something, I spend the whole time afterwards berating myself for it. ‘Why did I do that/say that/write that/etc. I must have looked/sounded/appeared like a complete idiot.’ This feeling then continues to haunt me for the rest of my life. Amazingly I’ve been up since 8.30, and no, not because I couldn’t sleep, but because I chose to be. Okay, not completely 100% my choice. I am up because someone is coming to fix our boiler later. But in the time I’ve been up (it’s now 9.44), I’ve cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed around and mopped the floors. Go me.
I didn't get any chance to doodle this weekend. Not that I am complaining. Saturday and Sunday were both nice. My brother-in-law came up from London with his fiancée for a pre-Christmas visit and dinner. My mother in-law currently has Shingles, so we decided on ditching doing a fancy dinner for pizza and picky food. We then spent the rest of the evening laughing at things like bad album covers, awkward family photos and wtf bad romance covers. We couldn’t quite get over this one. These candy tins would make lovely stocking fillers. You could fill them full of sweets or maybe something else that fits in there?
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