Archive for the ‘iPod drawings’ Category
I wanted to do a drawing of the old man I drew recently as a young man. Here.
Stupid Spanish language word play…
More finger painting here.
It’s been a while. For reasons I’m not gonna go into, it’s been an odd couple of months. I moved out of my apartment, went back to the UK for a couple of months, had a nice wee trip to Barcelona, and did a lot of drawing. Now I’m back in Mexico City, living in a hotel until I find a new place to live.
But, while it was nice to do all of that drawing, I was a bit lazy and only put them up on Twitter, Facebook, and occasionally on my Tumblr (which is predominantly about baseball, so don’t get your hopes up too much).
Seems kinda weird to me, in a way, that I’ve inadvertently been sucked into that world of online stuff. Flip Flop Flyin’ and this blog used to be so important in my life, but now, they both seem to be at the bottom of the pile with regard to where people see my stuff. Partly that’s my own fault (see the last couple of months), party, it just seems to be the way things have evolved; Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr are where people go. But, I’m not gonna abandon the blog or the site. I would much rather abandon the other things, but that’d be cutting my nose off to spite my face.
Anyway, part of the reason it’s taken so long to start clearing the backlog of stuff and putting it up here and on FFF is because there’s so much, and dealing with it all became more and more of a chore with every passing day. But, now I will begin.
This first chunk of stuff is a few iPad drawings I did in early December before I went back to the UK, and all of the drawings I’ve done on my iPod between then and now.
Happy Christmas and a Prosperous New Year!
In a park near where I live, there’s a sandy central area with benches around the edge. Most days of the week, around lunch time, there are a bunch of dudes (and it is, as far as I’ve seen, always men) pretending to do bullfighting.
One guy has the red tablecloth, while another guy is bent over, head down, holding a kinda handlebar-type thing with bull horns sticking out. The man-bull moves around kinda like a bull would. I assume this is all for the benefit of the tablecloth dudes to practise their dying “sport.”
I spent a week in Corozal Town, in northern Belize, not far from the border with Mexico. It’s a pretty relaxing place. And I spent a lot of my time drawing.
This is where I stayed:
This is the owner of the hotel:
Here’s a few drawings of the early morning view of the bay:
Some of the view looking out from the hotel bar:
And some other stuff:
Self-portrait, watching the Everton-Liverpool game in my hotel room:
And a couple of locals:
Quick colour sketch in a park near where I live.
More finger painting here.
Just a wee visualisation of what I feel happens when I get angry with a motorist who drives like a dick (that happens a lot in Mexico City). I feel like my anger is disproportionate to a lot of the stuff that drivers do. The white centres of the circles at the junction represent actual anger, and the coloured circles around them represent the accumulated anger and hate for people of a different type of movement along streets. I’m not just angry at you for not indicating when turning left and nearly knocking me, a pedestrian, over: I’m angry at every fucking driver who does that in this fucking city.