This week, I had two rejects...More than half of the sketches that I did this week were God awful and I actually sold mattes and frames with some of them, but the one's that got reject, God! they weren't even that bad.
-Monday-Wednesday-Friday-
These are the first TMNT and Transformers that I've drawn since I was a kid, trying to draw Optimus Prime and Michaelangelo with wooden nunchucks. These kids were far from impressed with my attempts at mentally regressing through 15 or more years of not drawing these characters and throwing out what ever I could. The parents were impressed and paid for the drawings, so that's all I really cared about...for the most part.
I find it odd when drawing families as Mario Bros. It's hard to believe that Mario is almost as old as I am...maybe older and there are two generations of people in the world that have shared hours staring at Mario while hopping on mushrooms and turtles.
I drew this kid twice. He sat there not smiling for 5 minutes and I drew him not smiling. His mother wanted me to draw him smiling, so I told the kid to smile.
This was one of my rejects. It looked "too silly". I hate people that won't just let me draw...
This was the last one that I drew on Friday night. I drew some kids skiing and some Southern Belles that night and they were strong, but the pictures were lost.
At the time, I didn't really like it, but when I looked at the digital photo, it stood out...
I've seen too many Vietnam movies...I told the kid that in twenty years all of my "Army Man" caricatures will have desert fatigues, but I was raised on Vietnam...even though the miniature toys I played with were still from the WW2 molds.
I am awful at drawing little Asian girls. What am I going to do when I move to Hawaii??
This one was the knife through my heart. I drew the faces. The people stood up and looked at the caricature. They sat behind me and told their translator to tell me what bodies to draw. They watched me draw the bodies. The looked at the caricature for a few minutes and before I colored it, they paid for it and said that they would come back later. They sent someone to pick up their drawing. 20 minutes later, just before I am about to leave, another person, who I didn't see previously, hands me the tube and tells me that "they" want a refund because they don't think it looks like them. I was baffled. My head almost spun until it exploded.
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