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Monthly Archives: February 2012
Speak Up II
This sketch is pretty small. It’s one of several I did today. I just couldn’t settle on one to stick with, so I drew on a few and started a few more.
On the Trail
Growing up in upstate NY, deep snow was a constant. If you never grew up in it, then it may be difficult to imagine the landscape draped in a fresh blanket of pure white snow. When the conditions are right and the moon is out, it looks like a zillion-trillion diamonds piled everywhere. It’s absolutely amazing.
I kept this sketch very loose. I didn’t blend it just so I could try and strike a balance between the minimal amount of lines and the maximum amount of shading required.
Other Side of the Storm
“I have learned that success is to be measured not so much by the position one has reached in life as by the obstacles which one has overcome while trying to succeed.”
Small victories equal a war won.
This is me being inspirational and such.
Carriage
Some times, I find writing somewhat difficult. Not because I don’t know what to write, but because it’s diffucult to pick one idea and run with it. Therefore, this post will be a collection of my random thoughts, just because.
Here it goes:
When is the last time you “dialed” a phone number? But yet, we still use that term.
Why do some people choose a side to drape the toilet paper end from? I don’t even think about it. You can be like my kids and set the new role on top of the old, spent one. That way, it doesn’t matter.
If someone walks into a room and wants to get past an individual who has his feet on the coffee table, is it up to the walking person to step over the legs, or should the reclining person retract them? Who has the right of way?
I just don’t know.
Why is it okay to go to the mailbox in just your bathing suit, but not just in your boxers?
Tomorrow, I think I will wear my robe to the post office.
After church on Sunday afternoons, I would…….I just saw the prettiest cardinal sitting on the fence…………………………………………..wow……………………………….what was I saying?
You get the point.
Izenspar
I like to post the link to my illustrations on Facecrack…I mean Facebull…darn it, I mean Facelift…Gah, you know what I mean.
Some of the comments that come from individuals pertain to the story. Most times, they continue the story, or give some more detail about the subject matter, even if it’s a surreal creature. I love this. I illustrate a flash of a story, and the rest is fabricated by the viewer. I say, have at it. Use the imagination God gave you.
Rock on.
Snail
South Gate Sentry
The color swatches above the sentry is the palette I created while coloring yesterday’s sketch. I have this habit of drawing a random line and then imagining the possible sketches that may come out of it. This is one of those sketches.
The palette portion of this piece could possibly resemble some famous works of art, such as some later works by Kandinsky. So, if my intention was to create the palette as the work of art, instead of the drawing of the sentry (which, happened to be a doodle I did while creating the palette), my question is, what’s the difference?
The answer is, absolutely nothing. They are both a by-product of the process. If I cut the two apart and posted them side by side each day, there would be some who like the palette better than the sketch.
And that is okay by me.
I have no intention of posting the palettes every week, by the way. I was just making a point.
Shore Leave
“There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face
reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.”
– Douglas Everett
I am really enjoying my new Copic markers. It is as close to watercolors as I can get in a marker. The best example is how well they blend together in the bilge rat’s face – especially on his cheek.
Self Portrait 1989
This is an intaglio print proof I made in college. Oddly enough, none others survived. Notice the callus on my right middle finger. That’s where my pencil rests when I draw. I’ve had it most of my life.
The drawing I was working on for tonight was a bit more time-consuming than I had anticipated. So, I went through my old sketch books and found this. I think in the same amount of time to find a sketch, I could have finished the drawing I was working on. Either way, I was immersed in the creative and that’s the whole point.
Thank you, God for this awesome gift you let me borrow.