Kat Johnston

Tag: dinosaur

  • Sketch: Dinocorn meets Dinocorn. Love results.

    Kat Johnston Art: Dinocorn meets dinocorn. How much cuteness can you get in one picture?

    And they lived happily ever after. Aww!

    I had this thought yesterday, and I could not help but want to draw it out as soon as I thought of it. You see, I have a friend. She loves dinosaurs. I have several other friends who like unicorns. So naturally a combination of the two would be adorable, right? I figured that a dinosaur and unicorn hybrid probably already existed in the creative mind of some other individual/s out there (how could it not?), but I had to draw it anyway.

    But I had a problem – an ever so slight one. What to name this mystical creature? Unisaur? Dinocorn? Dinosauricorn? Obviously the last two were better, but as soon as I said them in my head, the thought of a dinosaur made of corn could not be shifted! Thus, ‘Dincorn meets Dincorn’ was born.

    On a slight side-note, my Facebook fan page now has over 100 likes! I am incredibly stoked to have met that milestone. Hopefully that number can keep moving up, and I can shoot into internet stardom, hey? *grin*

  • Sketch: The cutest little dino I saw (see what I did there? Teehee!).

    Kat Johnston Sketch: Isn’t he adorable? He’s a dino! Well, I think he is… he was made out of alfoil.

    Here we go… a dino! What made me draw a dinosaur, you ask? Oh what a wonderful question, says I! Actually, I was just waiting for my lunch to go ‘ding!’ in the microwave, and something caught my eye. How better to pass the time than to do a little impromtu sculpting in the alfoil just sitting there all neat and tidy in its roll. So I did.

    It wasn’t exactly the most accomplished alfoil sculpting – after all, how much can you do in a minute with a 30cm by 30cm square of alfoil? Actually, don’t answer that one… I’m sure there are some ultra-talented people out there who would consider that a most fantastic sort of challenge. Me though, I generally stick with the drawing, and the painting when I can poke my nose into my studio.

    So once my little knobbley lump of alfoil had been so carefully completed and the microwave had finished proclaiming its ability to affectively heat pasta, the piece of alfoil was tossed away… but I couldn’t let it end there. That dinosaur was nice enough to form itself out of the alfoil, the least I could do was let it live on in a way that would do it a touch of justice. Thus, I drew him down, and that is the result that you see before you today.

    Oh… and the pasta was super-tasty too!

  • Sketch: Fluffy fluffy joy!

    Kat Johnston sketch: Yes, I know it’s rough… but he’s so cute and happy! And he has claws! Rawr!

    Ok, so I know that this sketch is particularly rough – not that many of my other quickie sketches are particularly refined. I love him to bits though! Ok, so why did I draw him? Because he well and truly asked to be drawn.

    You see, I have that funny thing where, when I am looking at something, it might turn out to be something entirely different from what I see. In this case, a little preview thumbnail for something was screaming out that it was this little boy (give or take… very roughly, mind you), when in fact, the full image was far more staid and boring and entirely not… well… this little boy!

    Thus, I really had no choice. With his little head peeking out from that furry, fluffy suit, he cried out, “Draw me!” to which I promptly responded, “Nay, little Sir, for you are meant to be some silly, boring artifact, are you not?”

    He shook his head with all the childish certainty that seemingly comes from being dressed (and joyfully so) in a dinosaur suit at the very grown-up age of around about five. “But you must draw me! I’m no silly clay figurine, with boring spiky hair and a dreary, dull pose. I’m me!”

    I mused for a moment longer. I still wasn’t quite sure. “But, little one, don’t you wish to be what you are meant to be? In reality, you are not a little boy in a fluffy suit at all, but a blurry snatch of something else.”

    He shrugged and laughed. “I am what I am,” said he, spreading his arms wide. “Does it matter if I am also something else? When you look at me, that something else is not what you see. All you see is me. Is this smaller truth any less relevant than the greater?” I was up against a very informed little imaginary boy indeed… and one with a wider vocabulary than I would have expected. And, I had to admit, he had a point.

    “I’ll draw you,” said I. And so I did!