So I grabbed a piece of cheap printer paper from an old flyer in the recycling bin. This flyer was barely thicker than tissue and with not much more tensile strength. I did the entire damn page on scrap.
When I looked at the result I realized.... that I actually liked the effect of my inks and washes on cheap paper rather than drawing paper.
No, seriously! Compare the above page with my previous blog entry page. The previous page was done my cotton-weave, acid-free, Twenty-bucks-for-twenty-pages-so-you-better-not-set-a-damn-nib-on-this-thing-unless-you-fucking-mean-it illustration pad. The above page was done on ultra-value, ultra-white, five-bucks-for-five-thousand-sheets, cheap-as-hell-so-you-don't-care-if-you-accidently-print-out-the-banner-ads-along-with-that-awesome-"Breaking-Bad"-meme paper.
Other than that I haven't really done much recently. I have been fascinated, however, with a recently released bunch of photographs from photographer John Thomson. His photos of Victorian London from around 1877 are too amazing for words. These are real people! Real people! From a world that is long ago... but not so long ago that it doesn't seem incredibly familiar.
The weird thing is that I am so used to "Sherlock Holmes" and steampunk and other ersatz-Victorian movies that these photos look fake. They look staged... and yet they aren't. They're completely real street scenes from about a hundred and fifty years ago.
Except, maybe, a few zombies :-)