Badly Drawn Dogs

Quick post today, since I’m lazy and burned out from work and haven’t had time to properly author an exciting and engaging post.

I recently got a promotion at my day job and, to celebrate, I upgraded from my old iPad Air 2 to an iPad Pro 12.9. And, using some incentive points I had saved up, I got the Apple Pencil to accompany it. 

Since I had a stylus and a tablet, I downloaded the digital artist’s iOS app of choice, Procreate, and thought I’d take a metaphorical stab at sketching. 

I used to sketch fairly often. I started out in college as an architecture major with dreams of being the next Frank Gehry, Santiago Calatrava or Frank Lloyd Wright , and thus thought I needed to be able to sketch out ideas as they came to me. But those dreams were dashed and my college career progressed from architecture→computer engineering→management information systems.

So, consequently, I stopped sketching and haven’t really sketched anything in over two decades (also, I was just shocked to realize I graduated from college over 20 years ago!).

So now that I’ve picked up Procreate, I’ve started to familiarize myself with its myriad of tools and, I must say, I’m quite impressed. There’s a ton of different drawing tools/brushes available, from sketching to charcoal to painting. And, with the Apple Pencil, they’re extremely accurate and pressure-sensitive. You can tell that the engineers behind the app are artists as well. 

After a basic familiarizing, I gave a try at getting back into sketching by doing a quick two-minute sketch of our youngest dog, Etta, lying on the floor. To quote Dylatov, it’s “not great, not terrible“:

3.6 roentgenI then took a shot at some portraits of the other dogs:

Millie:

MillieBonnie:

BonnieOur beloved departed Winston:

WinstonAnd finally, back to Etta:

EttaMan, that was rough. My skills are not-so-great. But I plan on keeping at it, improving my sketchiness and learning the tool. If I improve enough, I’ll try these same sketches again in the future and share them here.

A Sketch from My Father

I was recently digging through some of the previously-mentioned effects and memorabilia that I’d inherited from my father and found this sketch of a Victorian house he’d made in 1976. 

At the time, I would’ve been less-than-a-year-old as I’d been born in late 1975 and we were living in the South Texas city of Kingsville, home of the King Ranch and not much else, and decidedly not home to much Victorian architecture.

A sketch from my father

Unfortunately, time hasn’t been too kind to this sketch…it’s been torn and faded to a vague yellow. It seems to have been taped onto something at one time…perhaps a portfolio or a frame. That said, I might have to frame it sometime as a small item to remember him by.