A Sketchblog.

My name is Heather. I make things.

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Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.

Cleaning my desk and going through sketchbooks. I figured I should post something related to my mind intertwined with art as of late. But the fact is I’ve got nothing. I’ve had nothing for the past 5 months. I’m really starting to fear the pen and paper again. So with a hope, I’m sharing a few of my earliest sketchbook works with a hope to rekindle the creative flame that once was. There’s nothing more panicking and self doubting than a dry spell. A huge part of me feels lost.

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#5 sketch of full size comp. The body is too short and my brain hurts. Such a hard day… :( gonna call it quits for the night.

#5 sketch of full size comp. The body is too short and my brain hurts. Such a hard day… :( gonna call it quits for the night.

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A night of drinking and drawing was much needed. Not extremely happy with this because I already messed up on the foot. And the craters look like buttholes but whatever. 9x12 micron (Taken with Instagram)

A night of drinking and drawing was much needed. Not extremely happy with this because I already messed up on the foot. And the craters look like buttholes but whatever. 9x12 micron (Taken with Instagram)

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My first marker drawing. This is 2-3 months of Prisma and Utrecht marker on 11x14 Canson marker paper. Inspiration came from Death Cab’s Bixby Canyon Bridge. It kinda sucks the camera isn’t able to handle the amount of color, but it is what it is.

My first marker drawing. This is 2-3 months of Prisma and Utrecht marker on 11x14 Canson marker paper. Inspiration came from Death Cab’s Bixby Canyon Bridge. It kinda sucks the camera isn’t able to handle the amount of color, but it is what it is.

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Step 1 of the Coloring Process


I cannot express to you how frustrating it was to finish this sketch and start coloring it in only to have my Copic run out of ink on me. D: Luckily I work at an art store and was able to swap out the defective marker (I had only used it twice.) Anyway, it ruined my first sketch because I no longer had that color to blend with….Serious bummer.

So here’s the newly, retraced sketch in it’s ugly beginning stages. Oh, and the top portion of this still needs traced. I got impatient. lol

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