Snaggletooth the Pirate

Formal education will make you a living; self-education will make you a fortune.
– Jim Rohn

I am not bragging when I tell you I have  seven years of college education. That equates to two associates and one bachelors degree. If I collected all the knowledge I gained in those years (minus the incredible art history lessons I received), I believe I could have taught myself the same stuff in a week. Okay, maybe a month. The point is, unless you are being taught specific techniques and exercises, the rest is all bullshit (sorry, Mom). My college professors were a bunch of windbags. I bet you half of them were stoned when they walked into class. They certainly talked like it. I remember one “professor” had us paint a still life for ten minutes, then trade places with person next to us, flip our canvas’, and paint the same still life over the one we just painted. Apparently, his pot was particularly potent that day.

If I were to teach, and I am considering it, I would teach the same way Mr. Steve Perkins taught us in high school. Technique and heroes. That is, learn a specific technique and find a hero that you like who is famous – or not so famous for using that technique and write a biography about him, copy one of his pieces, then use the same technique on a piece of your own.

f**k drawing what you feel like. That comes after you know all the rules. You have to know them to break them. Pablo Picasso was an accomplished, classically trained painter in his teens. Need I say more?

Okay, so I’m a traditionalist at heart, so sue me.

 

 

Hide & Seek

Growing up, I lived on a street with twelve houses on it. The street was surrounded by pastures and forest. You would think it would be a very lonely existence, however each house had at least two kids living in it. Our games of hide and seek took hours. There were so many of us, we would team up. In those days, there were no fences, so we would pick the backyards that were “in bounds”, and it was usually the size of a football field or larger. Those were the days.

I didn’t blend anything on this drawing. I wanted to keep it loose and really bring out the different textures with lines. A good example is the bushes in the background.

Chaz

This drawing is exactly the size of a quarter. I put a quarter on the paper and traced around it. I just felt like drawing really small today.

Frogess

Lets talk about the new normal for a moment.

When I went camping with Stephen and his Boy Scout Troop, I packed one bag with just toiletries. I can’t stand to sleep in my clothes, let alone being dirty and sweaty. Akeela, Brad (A great man, by the way), assured me that I would be better off if I just let the “bathing” thing go. He said, “Embrace the dirt and the smell, make it the new normal”. I did and I have to say, it made a profound impact on my life. I still don’t like to sleep in my clothes, but I know if I had to, I could do it.

I love working with markers again. It is so much fun to mix colors.

Also, I wanted to take a second to thank everyone who came to the opening at Rev Coffee on Saturday. It was a huge success thanks to you. It means a lot to me.

BunnyBoy House

Larry (speaking in a French accent.): Excuse me, Sir. That is quite a beautiful dog you have under your arm.

Gus (speaking with an equally impressive French accent.): Than-kew.

Larry: Does your dog bite?

Gus: No.

(Insert loud growling and biting sfx.)

Larry: I thought you said your dog does not bite?

Gus: This is not my dog.

This has nothing to do with the sketch. This is a comedy routine I heard for many years from my best friend, Larry, and his son, Gus. I was reminded of it today. It’s from one of the Pink Panther movies.

This is a sketch I did with a new friend of mine. She is writing a story about orphaned kids. It sounds depressing, but it’s actually very impressive.

One of the reasons it’s so impressive is because she hasn’t written anything in twenty years. I like it because we met getting coffee one morning. Another solid reason to believe God is at work in our lives.

Ambush

My oldest son, Caleb has mastered the art of scaring the crap out of his brother. I mean mastered it. Although, I do not approve of this behavior, I have to admire his cunning and stealth. He once scared Stephen so bad, he had a crick in his neck for the rest of the day.

This sketch is a good example of less is more. I kept the lines simple to show depth, adding detail only to the objects in the foreground.