bus doodles

[egypturnash]

For future reference: When drawing, if someone peers at the page and says, "You draw good. You can draw me?" the answer is "Thanks. Um, no." Because what they are trying to say in their broken English is "You draw pretty good. Will you draw me and give the image to me?"

And the answer to that is a resounding "no" - because I do not rip pages out of my sketchbook. I cringe just thinking about that. You know how in many fairy tales, the evil monster or magician is invincible because they have extracted their soul and put it in some harmless-seeming object, hidden far away? Well, that's how I feel about my sketchbooks. The current one is where I would keep my soul, if I had one. I'm not going to rip a page out of my soul.

Anyway, here are some doodles from today's transits.


This is what comes out when I try to draw cute and innocent. I don't think she's too innocent.

Comments

[kamenkyote.livejournal.com]

I suppose it's possible that she just -found- the smoking gun and just picked it up...but where there's a smoking gun...

I like the last one best. He looks modern and a little rasta as well as mongolian. Nice slouch, too.

-T'

[shatterstripes.livejournal.com]

Notice that she's twirling around rapidly, too - hence the flailing necklace. And the color notes suggest that whatever has happened is quite recent.

I like the Mongolian guy too. He mostly came out of my head, except for his beard. I shall have to use him in something someday. He looks like he's interesting.

[dustmeat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, pistol-packing peggy! She would look great all finished up :)

[shatterstripes.livejournal.com]

Okay!

[paka.livejournal.com]

Well, of course she's innocent.

An old lover had pushed for her to come see him, in his sleazy hotel on Van Ness. He used his leverage as a member of the police force to try pushing himself on her, but she found his sidearm and tried to get out while the going was good. Like most women in late '40s cinema, when the situation got tough, regardless of her intentions, she just couldn't pull the trigger. There was a struggle and the gun went off. Now, she's been spotted by the hotel's creepy owner, who plans to blackmail her in return for hiding the body and giving the bulls a false lead.

Er. So any plans of doing the classic big-trenchcoat-guy-being-shot-at-with-a-bjillion-bullets image?