Direct-ink drawing is ballsy. Forces you to commit. Forces the mind to shut the hell up. Forces everything it wants to be, accidents good or bad, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I like it! Feel like I need to do a LOT more of this. I started incorporating things I observe into my more surreal sketches. So why not blend cartooning into out-and-out observational sketching? Pretty cool, I think. Anyway, it was a real hoot to do, as I sat at my Showmar’s table and enjoyed a wonderful spring breeze … even when the paper went flying, and I got a bit of mayo on the drawing. It’s all good. Gonna do a lot more of this. It’s a “Polaroid” of the soul, is what I’m thinking of direct-ink. Cool!
