DOODLE: This Ain’t Your Mickey Mouse Mouse King

I was sitting in my car, waiting to pick up my daughter from rehearsal where her ballet company is preparing to present their annual performances of “The Nutcracker”. (They do an incredible, professional-level job of it- massive sets; beautiful, intricately-crafted costumes; and incredibly talented dancers.)

So, naturally, with some minutes to kill, I begin doodling. I doodled the Mouse King. A homicidal, rage-fueled maniac of a Mouse King.

I realize now why they’ve never asked me to design the costumes for their production.

 

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NOT A DOODLE: Baby Elephant Bye-bye

 

A co-worker of mine is moving all the way across the stinkin’ country. She loves elephants, so I did this piece for her as our creative department’s way of saying ‘farewell’. I wanted to capture a field journal type of mood, so I kept the pencil work somewhat loose and the watercolor washes simple and monochromatic.

MEETING DOODLE: Punk Pig

Long morning meeting about next year’s corporate theme and strategy. It doesn’t involve a punk pig… but maybe it should. In fact, I think ALL corporate themes and strategies for next year should involve punk pigs.

Major international auto makers? Punk pig.

Political campaigns? Punk pig.

Local funeral home advertisements? That’s right. PUNK. PIG.

EXPERIMENTAL DOODLE: My Right-Hand Man

You’ll have to excuse this particular doodle’s giddiness. You see, he’s a right-hand doodle, and long ago, due to an egregious clerical error, he was placed in the brain of a left-handed doodler. So, he’s been languishing in my brain for quite a long time, certain that he would never actually be doodled.

But, on this day, I chose to experiment by drawing with my right hand. Aaaaand… voila! So, understandably, he’s a little on the elated side this morning.

(On a side note, obviously my right hand can’t doodle proper footwear, so happy boy here will have to settle for wads of squiggles vaguely in the form of feet.)

NAPKIN DOODLE: Dinnertime Animal Totem!

Trying to enjoy a good meal with my family, when this guy insists on crawling out of my pen onto my napkin.

MEETING DOODLE: Why, indeed, Mister Turtle. Why, indeed.

As I prepare to take some time off for Thanksgiving-, and hopefully have some time to reflect on all I’m grateful to God for- I was, of course, inspired to doodle an evil genius cyborg duck. Because who’s NOT grateful for those?

RANDOM NON-DOODLE: Captain DandyHat!

Although he had the desire and (most definitely) the wardrobe needed to be a successful superhero, Captain DandyHat (aka Chester Wiggums) was hampered by the glaring fact that his only discernible superpowers were his uncanny knack for remembering old 1950s advertising jingles, and his ability to drink an entire 48 ounce Slushee™ in seven seconds without experiencing brain freeze. Thus, his crimefighting career was rather short and uneventful.

NAPKIN DOODLE: Howdy Doodle Do!

Napkins. Where would we doodlers be without ’em? What did ancient scribblers vent their brain drippings on before napkins were invented? Banana leaves? Random pieces of rock? A small mammal that happened to saunter by at the wrong time?

Maybe that’s what the Lascaux cave paintings really are. Just doodles. The actual, finished masterpieces -painted on a perfectly smooth, stretched deer hide- are lost to time. The were probably photorealistic paintings of Ogg and his clan, posing beside a downed mastodon, every detail rendered with amazing clarity. The cave paintings we are left with are just idle doodles created by the artist while he waited for the hunters to get their hair “just right”.

DOODLES:Mallard Mayhem and a Shnozz

So busy with work these days, the only doodle time I can get in is when I’m either in a non-work related meeting or waiting in my car to pick up my kids. Oh, the humanity!

DOODLE PROJECT: What?- Page 10

I honestly have absolutely nothing to say about this one.