“Take this time to learn to be your own toughest critic and best friend…concentrate on the work, loving it, hating it and making it the best and truest expression of yourself it can be.”
-David Foster Wallace quoted in Every Love Story is a Ghost Story by D.T. Max
Pencil, paper and time on my hand on a Sunday!
4b and 6b.
I’m still blogging, I’m still blogging.
Just slightly busy with preparing something for the World Fantasy Convention.
I should finish that in the next few days and be back with a post or a scan from my sketchy life.
- ‘47 Ronin‘ sucked big time
- I read ‘Zone One’ by Colson Whitehead. Great read.
- Reading: ‘Every Love Story is a Ghost Story: A Life of David Foster Wallace’ by DT Max.
- Listening to: Michael Jackson, ‘Who is it?’
“This is the story of the great war that Rikki-tikki-tavi fought single-handed, through the bathrooms of the big bungalow in Segowlee cantonment.”
Kipling’s ‘The Jungle Book’ was one of my favourites as a child, and the mongoose Rikki-tikki-tavi was, for my money, the most awesome of the characters. I even gave a shout-out to him in one of my published short stories.
I recently came across the illustrations of Robert Ingpen for the whole book. Amazing, lush and breath-taking.
He captured the essence of Rikki in this full page illustration.
Two reasons for this sketch to exist, both from my lady.
One is that she said I don’t draw or paint enough plants or flowers. The second is that our living room was becoming an orchid graveyard. So I went around pruning and decided to sketch this before cutting away the dead leaves.
It’s a ten-minute sketch if you don’t count the time taken for the water-colour to dry.
pencil, ink, watercolour.