#020

This Week

This week I updated the website a little: there is now a Gallery page, and the contact page has been filled out and polished. I checked the newsletter form, and it seems to be working, so hopefully no more hiccups will arise. Other than that, it has been a wonderfully normal week on this end. I was able to work on the rough draft of the short story, and do some sketching whilst at a basketball game and at my girlfriend’s house. I work on this post now in the afternoon as opposed to the wee hours of the dawn, so my brain is working correctly; and to be honest I’m wondering if perhaps the writing is a tad stale due to that fact.

The Art

For art this week I sketched in a new notebook which I procured at Hobby Lobby while birthday present shopping. This sketchbook is something special for one particular reason: the paper is the smooth and heavy Bristol paper which one uses for drawing comic books. I find this variety of paper excellent for inking, which is my preferred medium. For the subject of the sketches, I practiced my feminine faces. Women are difficult for me to draw, because I am male and like to draw men. The same rule applies to my girlfriend, who finds women easier to draw than the opposing gender. In fairness, I only drew a few female faces, but the practice is there nonetheless.
A sketch of a breakdancer also has its place in the page, something that I found interesting and challenging to attempt to draw. The human body in motion is a wonderful thing if captured on paper correctly. So many posts on Pinterest I see of poses are stale and stiff, lacking in movement or motion. Also a prominent figure on the first page is the Wizard, whom I have taken interest in. I think he may be my next project, if not the California Monster Hunters from a dozen posts ago.

Lego plural.

Did you know, dear reader, that the plural for Lego is still Lego, not Legos, which is the American version? Yesterday evening I pulled out the old Lego bin the size of me and worked on assembling a Lego set of a dragon I acquired a few years ago, back when I was still cool enough to like legos. The set was only partially completed, so I had to do some digging for some obscure pieces. To accomplish this, I dumped them out (all four billion of them) onto a small white blanket to paw through. I made some progress, and I was reminded of this rule that every child who dabbles with Lego learns at a young age: you never find the piece you need, but you will always find the ones you don’t. This usually applies to the smaller, singular pieces, and can be used against itself. Whilst perusing the mound of plastic bricks, pick out the few pieces you happen to know also go to that set, and set those aside for later use. That way, when you need to look for those, they are ready at hand. I hope the authorities don’t come seeking to profit off of this bit of wisdom.

Farewell.

And thus we have come to the opposite of the beginning once again, dear readers. I hope you enjoyed the art and the mental one-sided banter proffered to you this Monday. I pray you go forth into the week with lifted spirits and child-like awe. Comment about your favorite Lego set you played with as a child—yours or another’s. Spread the word of Inkbeard to all of your coworkers, even Steve. Farewell until next time.