I often wish I had taken the time to learn to draw.
There are a plethora of reasons for this, some of which you can surely guess at, but one of the main reasons is warm-up sketches.
These things are pure magic. The idea that artists sit down with a blank sheet of paper, throw down some quick marks, and suddenly have a beautiful image, a thrilling story, is stupefying. Of course I recognize that there's a lot more work to it than that and that warm-up sketches can be lead just as often as they can be gold (perhaps more so, even), but that doesn't lessen my admiration.
One such golden sketch is that which you see below, courtesy of André Lima Araújo.
It was accompanied by the following text:
This was bad. Very bad. He had finally found the scout, but his crumbling bones were not going to talk much. He sighed heavily, thinking of the best way to bring the news to the boss. He was not going to be happy.
Araújo threw this up on his Twitter and Tumblr with no fuss or fanfare almost a year back, and it's been sticking at the back of my mind ever since. As I said, pure magic. That figure and those bones say so much that the din is deafening. And I love it.
There's so many stories to be picked from this image that it's dizzying. I know what I've found. How about you?