Just a quick sketch tonight. I am getting ready for two shows in March.
Don’t worry…he’s fixed.
Monthly Archives: February 2012
Frog Prince II
Dog Tired
Troll & Duck
Have you ever heard the serenity prayer? Probably just the first part. Here it is in it’s entirety:
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.
Little Princess
I can do all this through him who gives me strength.
– Philippians 4:13
It’s day two of my apple diet and I am glad to say, I still like apples.
I have two beautiful boys that I am extremely proud of. I thank God for them every day, however I have always wanted a little girl. That is until I spend the weekend with the family in Ruckersville. Don’t get me wrong, they are all very well behaved, it’s just one weekend of three pre-teens is all the pink and glitter I can handle.
I have a weird “thing” about glitter.
You know after working with glitter, there are always rogue pieces that show up in the most random places, usually in the cheek of the person that’s talking to you. That’s my thing about glitter…that random piece. I start thinking I see it everywhere.
Silly, I know.
So, I kept the lines really simple in this sketch. I concentrated more on the shading. I blended quite a few times to create levels of highlight. Also, I darkened the crown and other metal pieces to give them a heavier look.
Blue Duck
So, I am doing this detox apple diet. It consists of three days of nothing but apples and water. It is no fun. I am trying to rid my body of everything it doesn’t need. I am hoping at the end of these three days that I will come out of it clean. What I mean is no more preservatives or artificial flavorings coursing through my veins.
You are what you eat.
Parts in Place
Most days, I open all my blinds promptly at 9 am. It is part of my daily routine. If I didn’t do this, I would surely be a cave dweller.
So, one day last week, I raised the blinds in the kitchen to clean the window behind it. I was amazed at the amount of sunlight that streams through. It felt wonderful to bask in the sun and clean that window. Needless to say, the blinds are permanently up in the kitchen and doing dishes in the afternoon is now a blessing.
Getting a bit surreal today. I love to use surrealism as a vehicle for creating subtle textures. If you look at the two large pipes at the bottom, they appear to be made of the same material until you look closer.
Puttin’ in a Pool
What’s the point of a pool in your back yard? That to me, is the equivalent of planting a tree in your living room. If you really want to get wet, take a bath. If you want to swim, go to the lake or better still, go to the public pool. Heck, your already paying for it.
More Copic marker work. I had no intention of putting color to this sketch…that is until I added the neighbors in the background.
Bird’s Eye View
Two hunters were sent on a mission.
There had been a wolf sighting in the area and for the safety of the village, the hunters were to go out into the forest and slay as many wolves as they could. They would be paid one gold piece for every hide they brought back.
The first night they made camp in a clearing on top of a hill. Just before the fire died out, they heard a noise. There were glowing eyes just in the darkness beyond the fire. They were surrounded by a pack of wolves.
One hunter cried out, “We are dead!”
The other cried out, “We are rich!”
It’s all just a matter of perspective.
Travailler Pour Dieu
It means “Work for God”.
Time for Kevin to get a little preachy up in here…
No matter how horrible I’m feeling throughout the day, I know that relief is only a sketch away. I can lose myself in my imagination and nothing else matters around me. That is why I create. The sketch is merely a result of the process.
So, I must interrupt myself for a moment to ask a question.
When I prepare a hamburger, I place the condiments and accouterments in such a way on the burger so that every bite will have an equal amount of everything, thus creating a sustained symphony of flavor, down to the last bite.
Here’s the question,
If I am using my imagination and creativity while creating this burger, can it be considered a work of art?
Yes, right?
So, if I brush my teeth in a certain way almost every day (sorry, Mom) for forty four years, can that be considered performance art?
I don’t know, I’m asking.