|I'd like to give the world a Coke and also a universally-accepted vision for Santa Claus|
I thought I'd take a break from Christmas movies to bring the jolly guy himself, Santa Claus. It was about halfway through this drawing that I realized I should probably stock up on more red pastels.
Top tip! In case you're curious, I use a combination of Crayola sidewalk chalk (for big areas) and Blick pastels (for shading, brighter spots, blending). My favorite part of the pastels is that they include a notice that some pieces might be broken, BUT breakage does not affect the usability of the pastels, AND BESIDES "most professional artists do not object to working with various size pieces." (so there, you unprofessional artists COMPLAINING ABOUT BROKEN PASTELS)
Dave's first-view reaction: Your Santa looks very nice. Did you draw it and then pass out?*
More photos after the jump!
*He wasn't being snarky--I actually did do the drawing while fighting a cold: sweating, head-spinning, but determined. I was like one of those women who get stress-related super-strength and can lift a car off her injured child, except replace "lift a car off her injured child" with "do some Christmasy chalk drawings." Dave come home to find me drooling and muttering in a NyQuil-induced haze (luckily I remembered to wash the chalk off my hands).
|The bottom of the Coke bottle looks wonky because I accidentally gave Santa a sixth finger.|
Did I mention I was feverish and sweating while drawing?
|His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!|
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
It was at this point I decided that I really like the subtle blending part of these drawings.
|And it was at this point I decided I hate the typography part of these drawings.|