That is the question I ask every time I finish an illustration. And, here’s my technique, mostly based on what I’ve learned, and what I’ve yet to learn about attempting to draw something as a negative image so it will transfer onto a dark shirt: Now, even if I’m drawing the black lines meant to be black, I get a negative print of that, go in and refine the image. It’s kind of like erasing. Then, back to black being black.
Oh, and I’m also not using really fine pens, just in case I get lucky and the result is worth spending the money to get some shirts printed. I should say ‘investing’ the money; but, as much as I love the whole thing of going to D & L Logos (slight pimping here), the investment is all in one chunk, the return is spread out.
And, again, it’s a learning process; and I have learned a few things. A few.
Mostly I’m trying to improve at the artsy part while, definitely, getting a bit pickier, a bit more selective as to what’s good, what’s not quite good enough. As a painter for over fifty years, I have learned that the client has every right to be picky, and, if you’re going to be the one asking to be paid, you have to make sure you’re not apologizing for something that isn’t quite right.
And, again, again, I love the whole process from seeing an image I can get excited about, trying to represent what I was excited about, and then the print shop, screen shop part, and then, the sales part. Parts of the sales part.
So, let’s discuss. The problem with fully wetsuited surfers is everything is so dark. Trish thinks the surfer looks scary. “Yeah, well…” I did add some white lines in the negative-to-positive process, but, maybe, he may be a tad scary. Probably not a t-shirt; and, if it was, it would be dark on light. Or, wait, maybe… not black on not white. Hmmmm.
And again again again, I never really think anything is done. A little touchup on the face and…
Okay, there’s the story on this one, taken from (with every attempt to do justice to) a photo of Keith Darrock at a far-too-easily recognized spot on the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Keith told me once, while we were bobbing around waiting for any sign of a rideable wave, that often, when he’s surfing, the Bob Marley song, “Soul Rebel” is playing in his head. Now, Keith is known for charging, with style, close to the pocket, and he may have been more inspired on the occasion of the original photo, he the only one out, ‘gorging’ (his word), his wife and daughter looking on.
When I compare the representation to the original, Keith’s board was, perhaps, flatter, his arch, um, archier.
What happened here is, when I got back home with the prints, Trish said she ‘really’ liked the negative version. “Yeah, I do, too.” Unfortunately, I only got it in full size (11″ by 17″), and can’t show you. Later. I may or may not add color to the drawing, but, at the counter, ready to pay, I asked if they could, ‘real quick’, turn the image the other way, put it on one side of the page, thus making a version of a holiday card Keith might use to… “No, not today. That would require scanning, and centering and…”
“Yeah, okay; another time.” I might be less thrilled with print places than I once was.
Incidentally, there are a couple of dots on this image that are not on the actual drawing. They’re on the glass on my quite inadequate scanner. Jeez, if I worked at a print shop, I’d…
MEANWHILE, I do have some prints and some t-shirts available at Tyler Meeks’ DISCO BAY OUTDOOR EXCHANGE. I was just in there the other day, hanging out. It should be a required stop on the way home from one’s latest Strait surf adventure. “Keith and (Cougar) Keith stopped in here the other evening. They were… (gestures to indicate exhaustion)” Hmmm. “Wonder where they surfed.” “They didn’t say.”