Doodle a day... revisited

So, it's a new year with a new beginning. I've decided to challenge myself to one sketch a day. Considering I've tried this once before, I know it's proven itself a difficult task. However, this go round, I have both a phone with a built in stylus and a sketch tablet, so I no longer have an excuse, no matter how busy I am. Some days the drawing may be quick, some days may detailed. Surely there'll be some junk, too, but I'm wanting to create an art timeline for myself, to remind myself that I am still an artist.

Here's to a wonderful new year with artistic possibilities! 

Doodle Day Four

"Poor Charlie... he never understood what his mother meant by 'doesn't play well with others'..."


Doodle Day Three

Dean, (who was part of a subculture of young, recently settled urban middle class owls), decided he'd top off his hipster outfit with just the right human necklace. Because, after all, nothing says "I'm not mainstream" than a dangling man against your feathered chest. 

Doodle Day Two continued...

Why is it that people feel the need, or the right, to ask me everyday when I'm going to have kids?
"I don't get what the whole baby thing is about... Broads be crazy."


Doodle Day Two

"Fishy stole my pencil. Bad fishy, bad. Graphite writing utensils are for kids... And grown adults that think like children."

Doodle Day One... Leap day

Today could only get weirder if a rhino were to walk up to me wearing a monocle and fur boots, hand me a rhinestone locket, and (in a French accent) ask me where the "loo" is...
Quick twenty minute sketch


And so it begins...

For a long time, I have complained that I don't doodle enough or that I haven't done something more with the talent that everyone keeps saying I have. One friend in particular, went so far as to say that I was wasting away a perfectly good crazy mind by not sharing my art. While I have never felt as though my pieces can be called much more than doodles, maybe I am missing out on the "bigger picture". For years, I've gone through dry spells, hanging on to the tails of "look what I used to do" and never really having newer work to show. I somehow felt that because I wasn't actively creating, that I was somehow lying when I'd call myself an artist.

If my parents were here (Dad in particular), they'd be so frustrated. Rightfully so, mind you, given the fact that I'm not "pursuing" what I fought so hard for when I was younger. Granted, there are other aspects of my life that got more attention than others, but my art (and my waist line) has suffered the most.


So.... how do I take an active part in changing this, you ask? Draw. Sketch. Create. It's that simple.Or, rather, it sounds that simple. I've carried a sketch book with me, everyday, for years, but have yet to actively use it. Until now. I intend on posting at least one image a day.... summing up some random thought of mine for that day.

A dear friend of mine sent me a link a few weeks ago, about an artist that did this very same thing. While I know this is not an original idea, I feel it's something that I need to do. So, here I go. I hope you enjoy (and I grow) from these random pieces of my mind... :]