Kat Johnston

Tag: lecture

  • Sketch: What do you get when you splice a turtle and an elephant?

    Kat Johnston: What do you get when you splice a turtle and an elephant? A turlelephant!

    First off, a little something for Dimmy, a friend of mine. Yes, I’ve drawn it… a turtle and an elephant, spliced into one mega-awesome creature. You gotta admit, he’s cute! This little turlelephant was bought to life as I sat in on a psychology lecture today… I listened to the lecturer talk about perception of self and the impact of perception of self and of others… I sketched at the same time. Oh, and ate some choc-orange fudge. The choc-orange fudge was tasty.

    I’m not going to put a picture up of the current Sanu item: I’ve done it as a png with a transparent background and I’m… um… too lazy to actually save it as a jpg right now. It’s an ice-cream monocle – a wonderful combination of both food and fashion. Yum!

  • Sketch: Ahh, Orientation. What could be more fun?

    Kat Johnston Sketch – look what I drew in the orientation lecture for a biomedical degree? Fun!

    So I had to take my sister into the city yesterday – she is such a smart little cookie she got herself accepted to a Bachelor of Biomedical Science and this is her first time at university! As it so happened, I stuck around to check out the introductory lecture covering a little of the course stuff… mainly to show her where the building is, but hey, I got a free baggie out of it too, and a chuppa chup.

    Because I, for one, don’t actually intend to take a degree in biomedical science (lacking the basic skills in anything remotely biomedical), I spent the lecture doing a few sketches of people around the room in a brand new little sketch-book I grabbed the other day at Ikea. Again, I have to say that these packet of 30c pens have just been far too fun for words… they’ve made me bounce over to a style I usually neglect, generally opting instead for a finer, shaded, measured approach. Having but one tone to offer, these pens are fairly unforgiving in the matter of sketch-marks… its go and be damned if you get it wrong, because there’s naught way to fix it once the stroke is made. Its fun!

    And that, my friends, is my final word for the night. Its time for me to head to my slumber, to dream of pixels and prims and other things that make me go ‘ohhhh, pretty things!’