for character design we had to write a story. Since I've been reading the book Sonny Barger wrote about his infamous club, the Hell's Angels, naturally I'm doing bikers. Main character is a chick, angela "angel" Davenport. Didn't want her to be too attractive but... well, not too happy with these doodles.
Funny thing... I picked the last names of these characters from the list of men who flew Jimmy Doolittle's retaliation mission over Tokyo in 1942. Well...Dean Davenport was the navigator, and I found out later, also the cousin of Sonny Barger. Total coincidence. Yay aviation/history nerdiness working its way into my shtuff.
I am in love with architecture. Perhaps it's just a fling, but it captivates me, sends me soaring... I know we're just in the honeymoon period right now, and when I turn this into something serious it might not work out... But... It just feels so... right...
at any rate... I'm actually sort of looking at grad schools where i can do architectural design... architectural illustration? Someone suggested Harvard. And I laughed. Ivy leagues scare the confidence and bejeezus right outta me.
But it's funny since I've always hated drawing buildings... Hm. Maybe i can make a living writing about them? Don't know. Gotta figure this out.
So my Grandma Eberts is very close to passing away and we've been going through a bunch of photos in preparation for the funeral. In this process I've found a few really awesome pieces that are interesting to me from standpoints aside from familial fascination.
First one up there is my dad on the left with his dad. Amusing. That's my grandpa and his sister in the 1930s. A train station. My grandpa and his C Melody sax, which I still play. My great grandpa on the right with some awesome horses. Second from the right there is ol' Uncle "Ducky" Henry. Supposedly he played for the Chicago Cubs until a career ending injury. couple of relatives in their automobile overcoats... One of the Morans... Ah, the Irish side of my family. Turn of the century. This is my Great-Great Grandma. A battleax of a lady, she lived in the great frontier of Colorado and shot a man dead for trying to break in in the middle of the night.
She was married to a man who was a former Texas Ranger and a formidable sharp shooter. That's my grandma, walking down a street in good ol' Toledo.
So for you artsy people, feel free to use these to draw from. or whatever it is you do.