being a self-taught artist with no formal training is having done art seriously since you were a young teenager and only finding out that you’re supposed to do warm up sketches every time you’re about to work on serious art when you’re fuckin twenty-five
Paintings I will never be able to sell. It is strange to know standing at a blank paper and knowing it will be black and white and that no one will ever want to buy it just because it is black and white. And still painting a lot black and white anyway.
So I posted a silly doodle yesterday on twitter and now people think it was a tutorial. So I got upset and made an actual tutorial so noone says I halfassed the yesterday's one 😡😡😡
They are my plans, they are my future, they wittnessed the journey from stickfigures till daring to paint with oil, they have my best and worst jokes, my questions, my answers. You can predict what will i paint in years, they are my origo.
For many years i was practicing in them, some of the last ones are looking quite nice, because finally i found the right method to use them.
After painting, i clean the brushes to the sketchbook. So i can check how it dries, when did i start to use the color, and when I just want to draw, I use the colored pages as a background and the results are nice and showable :)
And this method allows to check color comparisons also. For example I want to see the pink with a blue, I find a pink page and check with the actual blue. Or when I just search for something I can find inspiring sketches and start to work out them :)
☺️☺️☺️ I love my sketchbooks ☺️☺️☺️
i don't like to yuck people's yum but i have to say that my least favorite thing to come from the current state of Artists on the Internet is the idea of a sketchbook as something nice and pretty and shareable. like i love me a notebook full of gorgeous art don't get me wrong but that is NOT what a sketchbook is. a sketchbook is my friend who i carry around everywhere like a purse chihuahua. it is the physical manifestation of my notes app. it is the container into which i wring my brain out. it is my therapist. and most of all it is filled with absolutely terrible sketches that should never see the light of day.