Here is a colour practise I did the other day, with an old drawing:

I'm a bit rubbish when it comes to colours, if I'm honest. I usually know exactly what I want, but it's hard to find the colours in my head. Usually a fair bit of messing around is required. I've also found the actual application of colour to be difficult, quite often. 

In any case, I thought this picture was interesting as a comparison to the picture of the lady in the previous post. I think that picture, done only a few days later, and pretty rapidly, is already considerably better than this. Not good, by any means, but certainly better. 

Which is nice.

Distracted from distraction by distraction.

I've been busy with all manner of things lately, so haven't really drawn an awful lot, besides a Christmas card that you clearly can't see yet.

Anyway, to fill a gap, here's a quick scribble I did last night whilst watching Rear Window. It doesn't actually have anything to do with Rear Window, but I like to imagine that it's these little details that keep you captivated.

Kind Hearts and Coronets.

It's not as though I'm particularly a fan of the monarchy. Indifferent, for the most part, I'd say. In any event, everyone loves a good wedding, and I like silly things.

I should sell this on a tea-towel.

B-sides.

The last couple of days have brought only drawings that are utterly terrible. Here is a taster of them.

This is, theoretically, Aesop. Roughly based on a description I was given of him. It's a lazy drawing in a million different ways.

This was supposed to be Rafael Van der Vaart, but it just isn't. There are numerous other mistakes, but the main one is that is just doesn't look like who it is supposed to be of. 

This is, more than anything, a half-hearted attempt at trying something different. Realistically though, it wasn't different enough to excuse it being, frankly, rubbish.