a Friday night figure drawing jam

Just some drawings from figure drawing this last Friday night! The first pic has some Walt Stanchfield notes on it because the few warmups before this page were severely lacking. Gotta remind yourself what to do sometimes!

and... Go.

"It's so obvious, so pleasantly dumb it can't possibly be there."

Second guessing his own creative individuality he hesitated. Would someone be sitting in his chair upon opening the door? He typed the address. Waiting for the page to answer he thought of his possible usurper.

"I hope they've at least done something with it and it's not just parked."

That was a lie. He'd rather it be stagnant and wasted then have someone else benefit from something he just thought of, even if they did think of it first. Realizing the greed in that he again wished the usurper the best. Another lie, the same lie, retarded karmic preservation. Buddha would see through it.

It loaded.

"No shit."

Nothing. The lights were off and the chair uncomfortable. Again, hesitation. There the page sat white and intimidating. Was this okay? It felt like stealing. What could he make with it? There were infinite possibilities and with that infinite ways to suck. Already the premeditated, spell checked reality of a blog was closing in. He had to get moving fast, but where to start?

"Guns and swords, possibly a dinosaur."

The dinosaur was a tall order, he wasn't very good at drawing those.

"Well that's why I'm here, isn't it?"



A car would be added for good measure.