Every weekend Joe List peppers his copy of the Guardian newspaper with cute, slimy, dorky creatures. He gives a face to every faceless object, and ensures that cranky dinosaurs in tiny bowler hats are given their front-page glory! With online news becoming the norm now, he might not have much longer to get these creatures down on actual newsprint, so we best make the most of it while we can, right?
Confession. We've actually mentioned Joe before. OKAT featured The Annotated Weekender on DA in 2009 (yep, that long ago...) but since you probably don't have the spare-time or the breathing apparatus to dive that deep into our archives, here it is again. There's over FOUR YEARS of new content for you to catch up on and giggle at.
Here are a few of my favourites. This was not an easy cull to make!
Those long, limber bodies floating in black pencil - so beautiful. Move your nose in close to the screen, so you can notice the details. See that lady gently reach out for the ankles of another swimmer? Maybe she'd like to just hold on, close her eyes for a bit, feel the water rush past every inch of her skin. Gosh I'd love some warm ocean and a deserted beach right now!
This is my favourite drawing by Laura Geurten but she has other lovely pictures that deserve a peek, too.
This lady has been sitting pretty in my blogroll for a few years now, serving-up cute faces and colours that go pop. She's the illustrator who spoke-up about "chronic bitchface" (pictured below) and her fashion illustrations are my ticket into a world of lavender-tipped ponytails, and art that hangs on shoulders rather than walls.
Her sketchbooks are so freakin' lovely! Oh, and she goes by the name Kris Atomic.
Sometimes I crave the simple things.
Lots of white space. Scribbles that are easy on the eye. Something almost child-like and free, but with the neat hand of adulthood.
These hand-drawn collages by Ariel Aberg-Riger do the trick.
To me they say, "ahhh, relax a little, life is nice and a bit funny sometimes". That's what they say to me, anyhow. Enjoy!Read More »
You know those kind of days where nothing much seems to happen? Get up, do some stuff, fall asleep. How do you muster up a diary entry on days like those?
I like how Giada Ganassin can make those kind of "nothing" days seem special. She keeps a calendar journal and doodles a little detail about every day of the month. Things like a nice nap on the couch, or buying an avocado for every day of the week - the small stuff that makes life feel good!
Let me introduce you to my very favourite doodling crew! They go by the name Mr Spoqui and they're a real born-and-bred family of four siblings (ages 12 to 21) who draw & make zines together. How cool is that! I want to imagine them all in bunk beds when they were younger, staying up way past their bedtime, throwing doodled notes and paper planes to each other over the bannisters...
Anyhow! Last week I asked this doodle-crew a few silly questions. Here are their hand-drawns answers... enjoy!
Sometimes when I'm feeling sad or lost, I doodle. But I've always been a bit ashamed of the doodling I do when I'm not in an upbeat headspace. It's darker and sketchier than my normal stuff. There's a lot of confusing patterns and sad faces. As soon as my pen comes off the paper, all I want to do is scrunch it up and throw it away - maybe because it feels cathartic to get rid of it, but also because I have this notion in my head that doodling should always be playful and happy and fun!
But it doesn't always have to be, does it? I mean, if doodling is an honest chat between your brain and the paper, it can't always be just sunshine and kitten faces and those happy little circle patterns. Sometimes the pen digs in a little deeper.
I started thinking about all this after finding the online sketchbook of 17-year-old Jenny from South Carolina. She posts up pretty doodlings that speak about hopelessness and feeling lost. It quite intimate to scroll through and hear her inner thoughts... like when you notice someone, and they're smiling or whatever, but then for a second you catch a sadness in their eyes and you know that their mind is elsewhere for a moment.
Anyhow, I'm glad Jenny didn't scrunch these up and throw them away, they're lovely.