Something I've been working on for the past week. My nephew Corbin asked me to draw his Poke'mon Sapphire team so I gladly doodled up the request.

Drawings in the sketchbook.


And the finished monsters. I worked in Illustrator for the vector shapes and then in Photoshop for the textures and shadows.
I really enjoyed making them and knowing that the person for whom I made it appreciates it is in itself fulfilling. It wasn't about money, deadlines, being the best, or a stupid grade, it was just about making the little Poke'mons. I feel as artists (or maybe it is just me) that we loose the ability of wanting to make something being we sometimes get caught up in what seems and can be the judgment of others and inherently the judgment within ourselves.
"There’s something inherently beautiful in the drawings of those not classically trained in the arts. The relatively care-free lines and the focus on message, not super-realistic renderings (should arktik puppey’s legs have zigzags, too?), is something that I think we can all appreciate. Communication in its rawest form."
-Dustin Williams
Link to see the drawings. (NOTE: Link is subject to change! Look at older posts if it does. Thank Yoo!)
And wouldn't it be amazing if you can find the balance between the acquired training and being care-free?
My brain is on a rewiring trip so my apologies for the incoherent gray matter one has just read. Plus if it makes anyone feel better those oh-so-familiar judgmental voices are already hounding me for this post.
Nice.
SB