Pop goes the Lichtenstein

I wanted to post some research sketches I've made in preparation for my final film codenamed: "Jess Sturich". I've been looking into the style of Roy Lichtenstein a famous American artist known for being a big figure in the art movement called Pop Art. I don't know if 'movement' is really the word for it, since it was a pretty big advancement in the way art can be produced but it's greatest cultural impact was providing an easier way to print the Funnies in newspapers. Regardless, we've all seen this kind of drawing before and I've always enjoyed it, but that may be my love of cartoons talking. And now I'm in the position to replicate it. So here's some initial sketches to help me get the style down. First I tried drawing images already out there:

Then I tried to draw myself in the style. Beware, the results are horrifying.

Using these I'll work on character designs for the characters in Jess Sturich.

Sketches on Walls

So I've been doing some character designs for a mum and a boy. Just thought I'd drop them here. I learned a couple things and borrowed a couple shapes from some other cartoons but hey, what's wrong with that?

Also, Shorts on Walls was today. It was a pretty alright little shindig that took place in the little courtyard in the Light House, Wolverhampton. Sadly, the piece I submitted didn't make the shortlist but some of my peers work was shown including Peter Taylor's 'Source', Gary Jones's 'Overtime' & Ravi Maheru's 'Caged', as well as other regulars cropping up from the usual circles. Topped off with a nice chat and a couple slices of pizza, a pleasant evening was had.

Fan Service

So I realised that I was 4 posts into this blog and I haven't posted any artwork yet. Well yesterday my lecturer cunningly set the class a sketching task. The session involved drawing random objects. So here is the produce:

That's a picture of a button.

And that's a picture of a ladybird. Which, funny story, was trapped underneath a stone when I found it, and rather than set it free from its rock tomb, I callously used the ladybird for my own sick, twisted, artistic needs and only when satisfied, did I choose to release it from the prison the ladybird had found itself in. It's a strange feeling when a seemingly small task becomes a moral trial between life and death. But hey, isn't it a pretty picture?