
In college (Illinois State) my roommate, Jason Meents, was always able to just draw figures and form straight from his mind. He was, and still is, able to accurately form and contort the anatomy to his liking. It was a pleasure watching him, and trying my hardest to soak it up.
Now I can hold my own drawing. No problem. But my creation process is much different. I do sketch up figures and I layout numerous thumbnails. I'm just a little too particular - and even the word "particular" is being nice. I have trouble getting past reality and what I actually see. It's my own personal struggle, really. I'll sketch and then go accumulate references to match the idea. Probably because I don't trust my version and I always want a sense of realism. It helps me attach myself to it. I may be able to visualize a crazy world with disfigured light poles and lanes of elongated, El Greco looking people cycling in front of the shop, but I fight myself to actually put that down. Not sure why. I just know we all have our own way of massaging the process to actually work. And do so consistently.
So this piece stretched me a little. For whatever reason, I took it as a personal challenge. The image was in my head, but she wanted it kind of realistic. Not an illustration.
After sketching and sketching, I reverted back to 'ol faithful: the internets. And, much to my chagrin, she couldn't come through for me. (She's usually a faithful and trustworthy friend - full of vigor, naked people, and spice)
I went downstairs, grabbed Ashlee's Nikon and decided to setup a quick reference shoot. The process was fun. Maybe even a bit liberating.
Anyway, this is the final piece. She loved it and, which, honestly, is all I could ask for.
Addendum: Hell yeah, an addendum! Matt at Insight offered his Alla Prima blood inks. I was hesitant, but after using them, I'm off to buy my own.