Well Since Mah Baby Sketched Me...

You mustn't assume from the title of this post that Elvis was my father because he wasn't. And you mustn't assume that I was his baby in any other sense of the word either.
This is a large charcoal drawing (so technically not a sketch as the above title suggests) of him condensed down to a handy blog sized chunk and if you saw the recent Leonard Cohen post from August then you'd know how much I like to get on my easel in breaks from the rain which provide short breaks from book illustration. So this drawing was done as a distraction.

Well my friends have gone and my hair is grey...

...and I ache in the places where I used to play so that's why, every opportunity I get, I'm on my patio (excuse the mess) with charcoal and an easel. This drawing is of Leonard Cohen and I'm doing it for my little brother who's a big fan of his. It's far from finished and I'm leaving his lips 'til last as I find lips a bit fiddly but I'm taking my time anyway and maybe spend only 20/30 minutes on it a day. Providing it's not raining.

I don't know about you lot but taking a break from the desk and taking to the easel is something I look forward to a lot. When them deadlines are a looming and things are getting pressured and when the going gets tough, the tough sketch Cohen.

Did you see what I did there? Ahhh, you'll come for the drawings but you'll stay for the weak puns.