Cartoons as a Hobby
Back in 2008/09 I got the bright idea to start drawing cartoons. I had recently stopped drinking and badly needed a hobby. Cartoons seemed like the way to go.
I went down to a nearby wholesale art supply store - the kind of store that only calls themselves wholesale, but charges full sale prices and still looks like a warehouse. But, at least it's not Staples.
I got colored pens, colored pencils, felt tip markers, seven different types of drawing paper in three different sizes. Smooth, super smooth, newsprint, rough, textured, water color paper, charcoal and pencil paper. I wanted the perfect tactile feeling of writing utensil to paper.
I sat down, in front of the TV and drew ... badly ... really badly. Who was I kidding? I couldn't draw. My brother could draw. My mom could draw. My grand-father, on my mothers side could draw really well. He was an incredible artist. When my brother and I were kids he would draw these beautiful naked women for us. They would always be from behind with just a hint of their breasts poking out from behind a shoulder. I wanted to draw like that, but cartoony. When he finished the drawing, my grand-father would take out a pair of scissors and cut out the ass and put his closed finger behind the drawing to make it look like real flesh and a real ass. He was, for the most part, along with being a fairly talented artist, also a bit of a pig.
Having come to the realization that I wasn't an artist and had spent a couple hundred dollars on art supplies for an entire class of third-graders, I took to Youtube and library books to at least get an idea of what I was getting into. Hands, ears, and noses seemed like the most imortant things to dedicate time to, so that's what I did. I drew hands, noses, and ears, for the most part, non-stop. I through a few eyes in here and there just to break things up and then moved on to breast, but mostly ears and hands. A lot of ears and hands. Pages and pages of ears.
Pamela, my wife, looked at me one morning over coffee and said, "Have you lost it?" There were dozens of newsprint size sheets on the living room floor covered in ears - hundreds of ears that I had been drawing until 4 AM. What can I say? I get a little obsessed with things.
I have yet to perfect ears. Or hands, boobs, noses, and eyes for that matter. In fact hands are surprisingly difficult considering their the one thing you can easily look at while you're drawing, but I drew anyway. I figured Shultz and Waterson did it. Why not me? Because I'm no Shultz or Waterson. I din't have the patience or the ability to commit to a life of drawing.
For me it's just a hobby and here is the result: