Picture Sunday || April { 1 }

You know that feeling of exhaustion...

where you're so tired that you can't sleep,

and when you do sleep, you don't sleep well, 

and you just sit there, in this stupid perpetual state of tiredness...

I'm at that point. 

*Has a snark.*


 Anyway. IT'S PASSION SUNDAY. WHICH MEANS WE GET PALMS
NEXT SUNDAY. WHICH MEANS EASTER IS IN TWO WEEKS.

  *Boing boing boing*

I am extremely sugared up and caffeinated.

You want to see some drawings?

Okay, here we go!

1.) It's spring! Which means baseball!

 2.) Why is Flynn so freaking impossible to draw? Is it because his face is too perfect?
We may never know.

 3.) The girl who's eyes seem to be looking in two different directions. Please send help.

 4.) This terrible awful sketch. Proportions don't exist here.

 5.) Christine's sad lil face!!

 6.) This cute little child with her oversized hat...

 7.) Sometimes The Walking Dead makes me somewhat sad.

 8.) I like Michonne.

 9.) This stupid kiss where I was like, WHAT IS HIS FACE DOING? WHY
IS HE STANDING LIKE THAT? GROSS.

 10.) I like waist hugs this week, I guess. Look at Kate and Tristan being the cutest of all the couples!

I'm sorry I've been so absent lately, guys. I have a lot going on these days.

Sometimes I find music and I adore it.




Question Time!
Favorite colored?
Best black and white?
Favorite on toned paper?
Did you listen to the song? 

I love you guys! 

 

Man Crates + Memories

There's something about autumn that brings old memories to the surface. I don't know what it is, but there's just something in the air that makes me want to rifle through the photo albums and watch home videos, and just... reminisce.

So when I was contacted by Man Crates to do a post about what it was like to grow up as a nineties kid, I was really pleased, because now I had an excuse to talk about it.

And then after I was contacted, I did some Man Crate stalking and discovered what an awesome website it is. I mean, they have some of the coolest gifts for men for when you're stumped about what to get the men in your life, and it all comes neatly packaged in this crate.... (most of which need to be opened with a handy-dandy crowbar. A crowbar! How perfectly manly. How cool.)

source

Anyway.

It took me a little while to think of what to say for this, because let's be honest here: I didn't really grow up as a nineties kid. I've always felt that my family grew up as more... fifties kids. We didn't play video games, we didn't use the internet except for email, and not one of us had a cellphone for ages.

I'm not saying that's a bad thing! I'm grateful to have grown up playing outside and getting dirty rather than spending all the time staring at a screen of some sort.

And when I think about it, I notice that there's a lot of stuff that's changed a lot.

So, let's make a list! I like lists. Here's a list of things that I vividly remember about growing up.

1.) Walkie-talkies. Remember those bad boys? You felt like the world's most spyish spy, hiding behind stuff and talking covertly into the speaker, like, "Agent Teresa reporting to base, over. The water balloon has been thrown. Mission accomplished, over." (And they always made that delightful static sound right before you pushed the talk button: KSSHHHHT.)

2.) Polly Pockets. I know these aren't only from the nineties, but that's when they were at their climax. I'm not talking about the inch tall dolls, no, I mean the ones that were only a little bigger than your thumbnail.

We had the gypsy caravan one for a long time, even after the horse and the dog got lost, we still had the carriage, and I played with that one all the time. I wonder what happened to it.

3.) Freaking BOBBLES, man! Those things were so evil. (It didn't help my mom liked to do our hair really tight, and sometimes the bobble would escape and smack your head like a plastic mace-and-chain from hell.)

4.) You know those stories where all the neighborhood kids get together and play baseball in someone's back yard or a vacant lot? That actually happened a lot when I was growing up. We had those cheesy yellow wiffle bats, the rubber bases, and we'd set them in our yard and have a grand old time playing baseball. (Obviously with some rule changes, like the youngest kids weren't out until they at least clipped the ball. Strikeouts didn't happen when you were three and could barely lift the bat.)

And let me tell you guys, I was good. (Want to know the story of how I broke my elbow in several places, resulting in lots of pain medication and a surgery when I was eleven? I was the outfielder.)


5.) Jumanji. My dad used to watch this movie a lot, and it's been seared into my brain as the scariest movie of all time.

It got me to swear off all board games for a good six months, because those game pieces moved by themselves, and it was alarming.

6.) American Girl Dolls. Every single little girl ever wanted one of these. Or all of them. We wanted all the dolls' accessories, and we'd literally spend hours pouring over the magazine and drooling.

7.) Oh remember when cap guns were cool? When you could get them and they were metal and actually looked real rather than the stupid clear or orange plastic ones you can sometimes find now? And they came with holsters and belts and that little roll of caps that smoked a little when you shot them...Man, we used to play with those a lot. We'd have Cowboys VS Indians wars, and we'd be Indiana Jones-type people who'd rescue the orphans (AKA the youngest girls) from the evil Orphanage Lady (usually portrayed by yours truly).

I don't know. There was something special about about staying outside all day long. We live in a pretty good neighborhood, and I would be on my bike and up the street with the kids from the block as soon as I finished breakfast.

We'd build forts, and have mud pie making contests, and compare calluses, and it was so much simpler.

Kids were allowed to be kids, we were allowed to get dirty, and actually play on playgrounds. We'd play hide-and-seek and all sorts of tag, we'd see how many times we could jump over that stupid Skip-It toy...

The world was a lot more wholesome than it is now.

It was an awesome way to grow up!

And I miss it.

 So, questions!

*What was your favorite toy as a kid growing up?

*What was one game you played all the time? 

*Did you ever play with cap guns? 

*Have you checked out Man Crates yet?

*Do you like the new blog look?

Love you all!

Picture Saturday-- The Rise of the Baseball Shirts.

Hey look, this isn't posted super late this time! I'm fabulous.

Oh, and incidentally, I flipped out a little, because I realized I could use this gif in my blog post today.

I don't know, it's just so satisfying to use a gif that is so perfectly applicable.

I'm thinking about giving Occasional Randomness a face lift. Just a little one. What do you think?


I love October.

I don't even know what it is about it. It's just such a beautiful month, with all the changing colors and the little briskness in the air, and that delightful crisp smell that just makes me want to take long walks, and get cute sweaters, and drink coffee, and bake lots of scones and banana bread and apple pie, and just.... just create.

But then again, I'm not overly fond of gray days. I like rain. I love rain, actually. It's very atmospheric and it puts me in the mood for movies and something hot to drink... I'm always tempted to go outside and splash in puddles... usually though, I just spend all day sitting on the floor with my art supplies spread out around me.

This is for Hannah's blog header.

 But gray days on their own, when they're just.... gray. Ugh I do not like them.

Sometimes I just listen to musicals and marvel at the way the music makes me feel.

I don't know why I haven't attempted drawing baseball shirts before. They're like... my favorite shirts ever. Their shape is good, and the way they fit is really flattering.... and just.... shoulders. I really like the way they make shoulders look, it's a good look. Rawr.

Here, prime example of the epicness of baseball shirts.

And then once I started on the baseball shirts I realized: Tristan wears baseball shirts under his jacket, because baseball shirts and Tristan's shoulders would be a perfect pair.

And then I realized I should do a more in depth character sketch for the poor sad potato that is Tristan Ross. So here we have the first draft of his sketch, and oh yes, it needs work, but can we talk about his shoulders?

Lately, I've just been like, "I WANT A BABY, OKAY? OKAY!" I just want one! ...Or like.. I dunno. Ten. Twelve. I'd like a small army of babies, thank you very much.

Those people who are like, "I want a million dollars and a pony," they're wrong. I want a million dollars and a baby, and I will be most content.

rawr to the baseball shirt

Sometime soonish I should do a lifey updatey post for you all, because it's been a while, and you seem to like those.

Question time! (Because I like to know stuff...)

*Overall favorite drawing?
*Favorite black and white?
*Do you agree with my baseball shirt assessment?
*Do you have a quote about October that I haven't heard?

Okey dokey, I'm out of here. 

Happy October, fools. 

Picture Saturday-- So. Many. Drawings.

Ugh what do I blog about again?

What is blogging?

What IS?

What?

Ah, such intelligence from my mind.


Anyway, hello!

I'm still working on that Raoul Defense post, but see, I have so much I want to say, that when I sit down to type it all out, I get stuck. There's a part in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader (the book), where Reepicheep gets angry, and he wants to yell so many things, that everything clogs up his brain and he just stays silent, because he can't pick which thing to say first. That is me with the Raoul post.

So I'll get there when I get there, and when I publish it, the post will be gold.

What have I been drawing lately? You will wish you'd never asked.

1.) Baseball. I love baseball. I've been teaching my nieces to play catch and to not be afraid of the ball, and it's really fun.

I'm going to color these cute kidlets in when I have time, and I'm not lazy.

2.) Baseball is life.

3.) Also guitars are fun. I want to learn to play. Amy's currently teaching herself, and we've been jamming a little when we're both off.

4.) Random person, because reasons. NEW SKETCHBOOK YAAAASSSSSSS.

5.) The finished Winchester boys fanart that I did for Cait. When I finally sent it to her, we carried on a lengthy conversation using only gifs, and it was great fun.

6.) Really quick Christine sketch from POTO. When the Phantom comes lurking out after Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again. Not sure where her left hand is supposed to go, but whatever, I'll figure it out.

7.) Angry Jack Frost brother guy. I dunno, he's cute.

8.) Penderwick fanaaaaaaaaart! Yass! Because it took me like five years to get to the point where I could even draw the Penderwick girls so that they looked okay, and now that I've figured out what they look like, they're actually pretty easy.

So here we have the colored in Skye from last week. Blue sky blue eyes....

9.) Black and white version of Rosalind telling Batty a bedtime story.

10.) And then the colored in one, because I'm a drawing fiend when I'm in the zone.

11.) This one was inspired by the story that Rosalind tells Batty in book one... I don't know, something about the, "And then daddy got sad." makes me really upset every time I read it.

12.) JEFFERY, who I maintain for all eternity, would have been portrayed most excellently by Jeremy Sumpter.

13.) This very bright one....

14.)  Jane being Mick Hart, because who doesn't like Jane being Mick Hart?

15.) And then in book two, after everything goes down, and Rosalind is sitting at the soccer game, holding Ben... that scene just transferred so vividly into my head that my artist brain went "draw it." and I went, "Yes, master."

16.) Finally I drew a baby that didn't look like a demented alien.

 17.) Yep, I'm a freaking sap, and drawing kissing people is fun. Shut up, don't look at me.

 18.) None of my posts are every complete anymore without something in regards to Phantom of the Opera. And since the above sketch of Christine barely counts as art, I think there needs to be something else.

TURN YOUR FACE AWAAAAAAY FROM THE GARISH LIGHT OF DAAAAAAAY.....!

 19.) Since I usually have to draw The End when I finish a sketchbook, here. I finished a sketchbook, and now I get to start on a new one, and it's ridiculous how happy it makes me. #artistproblems.

 No, I'm not weird, I'm eccentric, and believe it or not, there is a difference.

Yeah, okay, no there isn't.

Whatever!


Treskie out.