Archive for ‘I wish I was better at drawing’

May 22, 2014

the Bank of Zaltzman

If you are going along to the Edinburgh Fringe this year, do attend my brother‘s show at The Stand: it’s called Satirist for Hire, and whereas most Edinburgh shows are written and honed over the preceding year, he’ll be taking requests from the audience for topics they want to be satirized, and writing new material every day accordingly. He operates at his best close to a deadline, so it’ll definitely be worth seeing.

Anyway. As in previous years, Andy asked me to paint him for the show’s posters, and since I wasn’t very happy with how some of those turned out, I wanted to try something different. Lo:
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I had only intended to do his face in this style, but once I’d started, I couldn’t leave the rest of the note unfinished.

Inspiration:

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Look carefully at one of Her Majesty’s banknotes. There are layers upon layers of detail; it’s a truly beautiful security system. Lines and curlicues are formed out of tiny words. Patterns overlay patterns. The shading on the Queen’s face isn’t even straightforward cross-hatching – it’s rows of little brick shapes. I borrowed several of the design elements and deployed my limited drawing skills on A1-size paper (without a watermark of Andy’s face, sadly; that would have been a nice but completely unnecessary detail).

Weapons of choice:

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I love Windsor and Newton drawing inks without reservation. I drew the whole thing with that tiny dip pen, which was used by my grandfather or great-grandfather at school! I’m not usually a retronaut who gravitates towards needlessly old-fashioned tools – no cassette Walkmans for me, I spent enough of the early 90s rewinding tapes by spinning them on a pencil to save batteries and never intend to go back – but something about a dip pen suits me, possibly the scratchiness, possibly the minimalism of the implement that feels like you’re barely holding anything. I’m not so keen on its propensity for ink splotches. Hence the Tipp-Ex.

A few details:

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I hope I don’t go to prison for counterfeiting.

Whenever I draw Andy, I feel a bit like I’m drawing my own face after I’ve just woken up. If I’d gone to sleep wearing an orange clown wig.

Click on the image for a bigger version:

AZ Satirist For Hire Banknote

February 14, 2014

I drew you a Valentine’s card

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To commemorate this day of commercialised love, I wrote a tract about TV dating shows, which you can read HERE if you need evidence of how much shit telly I watch.

January 22, 2014

Still Life In A Greasy Spoon; or, Waiting for Lexy

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Biro is horrible to draw with.

October 24, 2013

Tube snooping

Last night the tube pulled up and, bathed in golden light framed by the dark window, I saw this fiftysomething couple. Enraptured by his sourness and her boredom and their identical haircuts, I wanted to take a photo, but the sour man shot me a fierce look over his Kindle so I didn’t dare.

He couldn’t stop me drawing them craply when I got home, though.

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