A bit of a smart-arsed approach to the Illustration Friday word for this week: foggy.
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Showing posts with label Bambi Edlund. Show all posts
Jul 15, 2008
Wet dog
A bit of a smart-arsed approach to the Illustration Friday word for this week: foggy.
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May 14, 2008
May 6, 2008
King of the pirats
The legend of Ratbeard is told to any pirat who takes to the sewers. He was, despite being near-sighted, the king of plunderers—and the story goes he wove hemp ropes into his hair, which were doused in saltpeter and set on fire, to slowly burn and surround his head with smoke, thusly freaking out his enemies. He met his demise when he turned his ship into a septic system and the methane met his molten braids. A grand exit, to be sure.
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Apr 21, 2008
Feb 24, 2008
Feb 14, 2008
Daily drawing: True Love
For the second time this week, I was awakened in the wee hours of this morning by what sounded like intense catfights. Each episode sounded worse than the time before, and both nights I stumbled to the window and found this scene. My favourite raccoon pair, in the middle of the street, directly under the streetlight, staring in my window and putting on a little valentine’s day show. Tarts. I know it’s my pair because the male lost his tail a couple of years ago (Davy Crockett hat, I suspect), and now he looks just like a tiny bear when he lumbers through the yard.
Anyway, they keep serenading me, kind of like an R-rated version of John Cusack holding his ghetto blaster. They obviously want to be featured on my blog for today’s occasion, and I figure I’m wise to heed their request. Regular visitors may recall the prediction I made awhile back, and yesterday the cat came home sans collar, which held the magnetized key to the cat door. Seriously. They’ve got me now—I have no choice in the matter from here on in.
But I’ll tell you one thing: when you see raccoons mating, you know precisely where the term “hump” came from.
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Feb 1, 2008
Daily drawing: Where was the hostel again?
I have always liked this building just down the street from work, and the half-dozen or so hand-painted “HOSTEL” signs in bright colours add a touch of charm. I’m often tempted by Finch’s on the corner, but those tables, while they probably seem just fine from inside, look like they’re part of a junior high school play. The people are always sitting in there framed by the window, on display—doesn’t seem particularly relaxing to me, being on stage for all to see. I mean, some nut could stand across the street and draw you perfectly if they wanted. And I don’t know about you, but to me that seems a little creepy…
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Jan 28, 2008
Jan 26, 2008
Crow & chapeau
I have been thinking about making this fellow for awhile, the topic "hats" was the nudge I needed. More photos on my blog, www.lepenquotidien.com
Jan 12, 2008
Kawanee green & chicle drab 1930 Model A 2-door sedan
My father owned this exact car in the early 60's—in fact he took his driver's test in it. In New Westminster, B.C.—a city that has those little rungs on the sidewalk because the hills are so steep. Which my dad had to parallel park on. With broken glasses. In a Model A. With a crank start. He has and always will be a sucker for punishment—but at least he’s a sucker for punishment with vehicular panache...
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Jan 11, 2008
Jan 8, 2008
Daily drawing: 1956 Nomad
It amazes me how much drawing cars is like drawing people—you have to get the face just right or it doesn't even resemble the vehicle. This one is close, but, like the rest of us, it's carrying a little extra holiday weight...
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Jan 5, 2008
Daily drawing: Olivia
Olivia and Arlo met at Trout Lake, like all east side dogs do. She had a pin in her back leg; he was missing a front one. They saw each other across the muddy beach—and all it took was a moment. With six good legs between them, they could take on the world…
This is my latest daily drawing, please visit my site for more: www.lepenquotidien.com
Jan 3, 2008
Daily drawing: Underwood peripheral
Oh, but I wish someone would make a bluetooth keyboard that looks like this. Can you imagine Googling on this puppy? You’d have to turn the knobs to scroll, and whack that carriage return for enter. It would be so awesome. A little tough to slip in your messenger bag, but totally worth it.
Dec 31, 2007
With the greatest of ease...
I often hear people talk about raccoons, how they look awkward and uncoordinated—even that they’re a little spooked when they stumble upon them in the dark, bumbling along in the shadows. Well, these people have obviously never seen a raccoon on a trapeze. It’s poetry in motion.
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Dec 29, 2007
Daily drawing: 1974 Datsun 610
My chariot of choice in those blissful years just after high school—she was a beaut. The full story is on my blog, lepenquotidien.com
Dec 27, 2007
Daily drawing: 1920's Paris
I have been doing this daily drawing thing for awhile now, in fact today was day 73. One of the best developments has been the wide range of styles I feel like I actually have time to try—switching things up certainly keeps it interesting...
All the daily drawings (and the stories that go with them) can be viewed at my blog, le pen quotidien.
Dec 22, 2007
The twelve days
Where to begin? I realize that the twelve days of Christmas actually start on Christmas day and extend into January, but that simply does not seem right, so I’m taking a stand and doing the countdown in reverse. It doesn’t make sense to still be drawing Christmas-related subjects into a new year, in fact it’s downright criminal (like the stores that put out Christmas items before Halloween—a guarantee of a one-way ticket straight to the hot place, if you ask me).
But the countdown beginning so late is nothing, compared to the other obvious questions. First, why is a seed-eating ground bird in a fruit tree? And moreover, how does one “give” a partridge in a pear tree to someone? Unless they actually buy the land surrounding the tree—which is highly unlikely, since that would be the most valuable element of the first day’s package and would thus be mentioned in the song—I expect a cage must be involved, or some sort of chain or rope, which doesn’t seem very Christmas-y. My true love wouldn’t remain my true love long if he were to chain a bird that likely has an issue with heights to a tree that has been uprooted, never mind that it is incredibly presumptuous to give someone a large orchard tree without first ensuring that they have a) enough space and b) a second tree of the same species for cross-pollination purposes. All in all, this is a poor gift. No way to start the twelve days.
See the entire series...Hello all—my name is Bambi Edlund, I am new to SFG, and looking forward to taking part. I am an illustrator from Vancouver, B.C., working on a daily drawing project—so far it's two months and counting, my goal is a year without a miss. Yikes. For the past week I have been doing a countdown of the twelve days of Christmas, this is the first installation—please visit my blog www.lepenquotidien.com for the entire series (we're up to day nine).
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