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Body Art: Another dragon.

Kat Johnston: A dragon for her back, not yet a tattoo, but perhaps destined to be.

So I mentioned yesterday that I’d been drawing on people smart (or stupid?) enough to make their bodies available to me. This was one of those sketches from the week-end just gone. Ok, so it isn’t the most brilliant thing in the world, but gigantic nikkos with blunted edges (as in it didn’t come to a nice chisel point at allll) are sometimes just a bastard to work with. I am so glad that I went out and bought some awesome sharpie markers – my wonderful friends are going to be letting me draw on them again, apparently, despite whatever trouble they might have had washing off the last bout. Yay me!

You know, it’s really rather hard to put this one into a category. Sketch, yes, I suppose it would come under that, but it is neither digital nor on canvas, on plain paper or lined… I think it’s just going to be a bit uncategorized. One little category of sketch, and no other to define it… I wonder if it feels sad.

So that is all for today – I’m getting back to work on other bits and pieces now. You know, playing with markers, drawing with markers, dreaming up wonderful things to do… with markers. Yay markers!

Sketch: How can you tell a girl dragon from a boy dragon?

Kat Johnston Sketch: This dragon is a girl. You can tell by the flowers and pretty pretty bow on her head.\

A nice pretty bow and some flowers are probably a decent way to tell that a dragon is a girl. Well… I don’t know completely. Surely there is such a thing as a drag-dragon, but that just sounds a little wrong, you know? Perhaps they have to come up with a different term for it, just so that it doesn’t look like that. Drag-dragon… hmm…

So yes, anyhow, skipped the weekend for the production of online content, but back to it again today! The weekend was fun of fun and frivolity, with a decent amount of nikko being used on bodies. I have good friends: they are either smart enough or stupid enough to let me draw all over them with permanent marker… I don’t envy them when it comes to having to wash it off the next day.

Lets see… there was one friend with flowers and vines trailing here and there, another with a full back covered in a cobra with some tribal designs melding into tech, and another friend requesting a dragon. There was no-one wanting bunnies at all! How odd, huh? Anyhow, I decided on Sunday morning (I was up bright and early enjoying breakfast then grocery shopping at the barracks) that I needed markers which weren’t so… uhhhh… thick. Nikkos (the big ones) are all good and all, but when they’ve been used enough, there’s just no way to get a nice fine line. I’m now outfitted with a whole baggie full of sharpies with not only black, but colours too! Ohhh, the next person who lets me draw on them is going to have some funnnnn!

A super special bonus round.

The draggie thingies strike again, still laden with their bounty of bulbish goodness.

Sooooo… little draggie one quickly inspired me to pick up my horridly failing pen and draw another. I am getting very annoyed with my pens right now – one of the things that I have to rely on in my pens is continuity, but these ones are being utter pains when it comes to drawing in these little notebooks – I can’t get them to do as they are told at all.

So yes… I drew a draggie number two… and it would hardly surprise me in the slightest if I sat down later and did a third to follow. They’re fun, they’re quirky, and oddly enough, I think they’re juuuust right. Even with a crossed out word and a ‘hmm, should I put the word ‘bright’ before idea, or is that toooo punnish?’ later, I think this one (who happens to be a girl this time… just look at that little bow on the tail!) is just pure skippity-dee. That means good, in Kat-mid-afternoon-speak.

Dragons with light-bulbs amuse me. Who’da thunk it?

Sometimes an idea is a heavy burden to bear.

This creature peeked forth without my real intervention... I think he's cute. Talk about a light-bulb moment, huh?

Ahh, what can I say about this little creature of mine… I did not summon him forth, he crept onto my page of his own accord. I was just going to draw a light-bulb. Ok, ok, perhaps a light-bulb with wings on it. It was not to be.

You know, sometimes I draw with a purpose in mind, a way I want people to see things… not always, but sometimes. It often isn’t the case with sketches. Sketches seem to be my own little way of just… brainstorming, or working through ideas without actually having to ‘think’ them first. There isn’t the same pressure as doing actual work, since in the end, only I have to see it… unless we are talking about sketching in sketchbooks, which you’ve seen me tippity-type about before at length.

What is incredibly fun about sketching without much thought, is that if you are me, you see the thought behind it after the fact, or perscribe a meaning to it that wasn’t originally intended or sought. That is the case with this little fellow.

Laden with its own little meaning to me, I can shine a light on him a little… pun partially intended. A light-bulb moment: a sudden realization, for good or bad, concerning most anything. It isn’t always associated with a moment of divine inspiration, but also for that time when things just click into place and the light flicks on… a puzzle is solved, and the resultant realization is not always for the better. Then again, perhaps it is divine inspiration, after which it is going to be on your shoulders to see things through – while the idea itself is easy, the culmination of these thoughts into something credible may be far more difficult indeed. Now… what to do with all that.

For some, it might be easy, for others it is burdensome. In this particular little case, the load is not easy to bear, but my little creature gets by with a little determination, a touch of dark humor and perhaps a wry grin when asked why he has a light-bulb on his back. Coffee doesn’t hurt, either… That said, he’d better be careful – that bulb looks as if it might just consume him if he doesn’t watch out.

Anyhow, that is my sketch, with a little hint of what it kinda means to me, as the person who drew it with nary a thought in my head other than ‘I’m going to draw a light-bulb with wings’ to start off with.

Dragonling Dreaming.

\'Dragonling Dreaming\' by Kat Johnston

A friend of mine decided that she wanted a picture drawn for her… a picture of what I thought she would be dreaming of as she laid down to a nap. I think, perhaps, that she may have been dreaming of other things. However if it were I laying down for that nap, I have a feeling that this delicate lady would have been first and foremost in my mind.

Its a long walk home after a good night out and an even harder one when you are doing it by your lonesome… but why let that get you down when you have on a lovely frock, it is a moonlit path you walk down and there is naught but a chill evening breeze to disturb your thoughts? Not the greatest sketch in the world… but I like it none-the-less.