I have never been so excited walking out of a secondhand bookstore.
I suppose finding the complete works of Bernard Shaw a few years ago was probably pretty high up there, but today just seemed marvellous.
I went in with vague hopes of finding some pictures of the 1920s/1950s to help me draw some lovely looking people for my new branding.
I’m wanting both the men’s and women’s to have slightly different labels and I want them to be little pictures. I’d been doodling with the Wien postcards in mind, but then the other night had a bit of an experiment in a different style.
I tried with small lines and dots to see if I could make something quite ‘print’ like.
I also tried a girl but, apart from her hat, I don’t like her much.
I was trying to decide whether I liked the style or not and whether I wanted to experiment further when I found….
…a whole book of Beardsley.
I love him. Love, love, love him and I love the dots and the lines and I want to draw like him.
I feel like a small child that has just discovered chocolate cake.
It is just so good.
It’s the aesthetic I want for my label pictures and I really, really want it.
Now I just need to learn how to draw like that…