In case my last post seemed too gloomy, I’ve actually been healing quite nicely. I’ll have my fingers back, more or less (less). After getting used to it, I’ve found I can draw just as well with three fingers. Which is good, because if I couldn’t draw I’d probably have zero impressive hobbies, unless you count spending too much money on things I don’t need as a hobby.

This is my image-heavy road to recovery. Follow along kids.


The first drawing I drew as part of my self-imposed physical therapy was rough and scratchy. I had a hard time controlling my lines, though I still like how it turned out. I then drew a circle to test myself. I… passed? I mean, it’s a circle in any case.


Getting better. I lovingly call the three right fingers I can still use the “dinosaur claw.” Sometimes people injure their dominant hand and adapt by becoming ambidextrous. I didn’t want to use my left hand, so I became dinodextrous.


Somewhere along the line, I found my groove. And so did this guy, because he looks straight out of the 70s.


It’s a bit hard to tell because of the picture quality but I switched to pencil here. This was a portrait I drew for a friend, so I wanted to make sure the resemblance came across and I did a lot of erasing and redoing to get there. This drawing took an embarrassingly long time because of that and this was actually the third attempt.

It’s still not perfect, but it’s hard to truly capture beauty. Also, y’know… crippled hand.


Yo, this dude’s got big ears.


I like her lips.


I’ve been meaning to get back into figure drawing. I just draw faces a lot. I mean, faces are cool. I have a face. You have a face. That’s cool. But other body parts are cool too.


The picture I referenced for this drawing just had an actual penis in place of my attempted censorship. I tried to make it look like he had shorts on, but the end result is that it just looks like his crotch is a pit of darkness. I’m sure there’s some Freudian analysis to be had there.

To come: lots of jokes about my hand, because after the first few days of blistering pain, I actually just find this whole situation incredibly funny.

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I hurt my hand pretty bad two weeks ago. It involved boats, a waterslide, and perhaps too much alcohol that I wasn’t drinking. In any case, I only have full use of three of my right fingers for the next few weeks. Writing is a hassle. But that’s fine. Drawing is harder. That’s unfortunate.

So to fill the space while I recover, I present a collage. These are a bunch of people in my class, that I drew instead of taking notes.


Is that creepy?

Wish me luck as I attempt to grow back a finger. Seriously.

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I recently watched Vision Quest, which has nothing to do with the drawing below unless you count all the scenes where Louden runs a lot to drop weight. There’s some movies that you can just tell were made in a certain era. Vision Quest is so 80s. It’s got the soundtrack, the hairstyles, and the freeze-frame finish. And it’s fantastic

Speaking of 80s, Ally Sheedy was way, way more attractive in The Breakfast Club before her makeover. That scene sucked.


Anyway, I didn’t draw the feet on this guy because I’m lazy.

Tune in next time for more of my thoughts on films, and maybe some art if I’m feeling like it.

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Dog Days #13

I’ve been doing some really sketchy work on pen and paper recently and I think it’s carried over into my digital stuff too. Anyway, here’s an obligatory puppy.


Just for fun, here’s the first dog sketch I banged out today. It was more of a warm-up than a serious attempt and is possibly too sketchy.


I think it looks like some sort of demon cat more than anything. On that note, Demon Cat More Than Anything would be a great name for a band. It rolls off the tongue the same way as Sixpence None the Richer.

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1000 Faces (Part 31)

I found a nice template to practice some faces in profile so this might comprise the next few posts. One thousand doesn’t seem so far away.


As 142 demonstrates, I have no idea now hair works.

Nothing new there.


I think 150 looks like Natalie Dormer in Game of Thrones, probably because of that weird thing she does with her mouth. You know what I’m talking about.

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1000 Faces (Part 30)

I know I had this “titles starting with the letter F” theme going on but I’m going to take a break from that because hey, it’s my blog and I can do whatever I want.

The post that I not-so-subtly implied was going to be titled Future? It’s still appropriately named. That’s for later, let’s look to the here and now. Today is a gift, that’s why they call it the present. Or something like that.


It took a long time to draw 129’s hair. The bangs are a mess, but I like how the ends came out.

And speaking of ends, I don’t know what else to say so I’m just done with this post.

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I saw this picture of a woman and had to draw her. She had a very distinctive nose, which was a good enough excuse to get off my butt and get to work.

Just kidding, I’m probably on my butt when I draw more than anything else.

I’ve been having some troubles keeping my theme going, because titles starting with the letter F can be hard to fit with the things I want to draw. But don’t worry, it’ll be the future soon.

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There’s that saying, “it takes two to tango.” If it really takes two to tango, then being the last tango dancer on Earth must be a grim prospect. I’m reminded of that Twilight Zone episode where this bookworm character just wants to be left alone so he can read. He finally gets his wish when nuclear war kills everyone else, but then his glasses break and he’s left alone with all these books he can’t read.

It’s the same sad story if you replace nerdy bookworm with tango dancer. Who’s gonna dance with you when everyone’s dead from the nuclear firestorm?

It takes two.


The funny thing about body language is if I drew the woman’s expression differently but kept all else equal, this would be a depiction of unwanted contact on the dance floor.

It takes two to tango but some girls just want to be alone and do the robot in the corner or something. Personal space invaders, man.

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From the Deep

I’m going to be honest here: the only work of H.P. Lovecraft’s that I’ve actually read is “Cool Air”. Which is a neat little story, but probably not what most people think of when they hear his name.

Any knowledge I have of his Cthulhu Mythos is entirely through pop culture, videogames, and South Park.


On that note, I once tried to play Call of Cthulhu: Dark Corners of the Earth. I say “tried” because I never got past the first level. That’s not because it was a scary game (though it was) but because I am apparently the worst at sneaking and kept getting caught at a crucial hallway. I uninstalled the game in a fit of rage. And relief, because it was actually really creepy.

Of all the things I am about, that’s not one of them.

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Did you know Michael Faraday was born in a place called Newington Butts? The 10 year old in me was amused at least.


His Faraday Cage has been immortalized in the pop cultural zeitgeist of the 2000s through that ridiculous scene in The Sorcerer’s Apprentice wherein the nerdy goofball woos his crush by locking them in a cage while tesla coils zap around them to the tune of OneRepublic’s “Secrets”. Who says romance is dead?

Coincidentally, The Sorcerer’s Apprentice featured not only the Faraday Cage but the Nicholas Cage as well.

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