Horses

Weekly Sketch: Pen and Ink (Unfinished)

Posted on June 24, 2020 by Debora

I rage-quit this one before it was finished, because the pen was all wrong for the job.

I haven’t had any drawing pens on hand for years, so I asked Elizabeth if I could borrow one of hers for this week’s sketch. She gave me two, knowing full well that I would probably lose both of them before the week was up. Losing pens is my superpower.

Elizabeth draws comics. She uses one kind of pen, the Pilot G-2. Turns out she likes that particular pen for the binary nature of its ink flow: it is either drawing a line or it is not. Pressure or lack thereof does not make thicker or thinner lines, there is no “bold” option, no faint translucent shading. It is incompatible with my drawing style.

I gave up when I got to the horse’s head and could not draw fine lines. I won’t be doing any more inkwork unless I get inspired to buy some pens. I gave Elizabeth’s abominations back to her.

Well, one of them. I have no idea what happened to the other pen.

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Weekly Sketch: Horses are Easy, Volume 5

Posted on May 13, 2020 by Debora

Ironically, I think these “placeholder” sketches are turning out to be the ones that best serve the purpose of the Weekly Sketch project. Horses are quick and easy to draw, so to make them more interesting I play around with effects like toned paper, damp brushes and so on. I’m actually developing my skills more with the horse sketches than I am with the “serious” drawings.

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Weekly Sketch: Mahogany’s Dance

Posted on April 29, 2020 by Debora

This week’s sketch was inspired by a pic I took last weekend of Mahogany frolicking in her paddock. The photo itself isn’t very good, but it caught her in an unusual pose, so it seemed like a fun little anatomical challenge to draw.

Here’s the original photo. She has a mohawk because I shaved her mane off a few weeks ago, rather than fighting with the solid block of dried Texas clay that had melded with it.