Isolation Rm. Exhaust and Shadows
I’m glad that these ducts are labeled, but I wonder if people know where the exhaust vent is. I like the flat shadows and how the curved ones cast by the ribs define the pipe.
I’m glad that these ducts are labeled, but I wonder if people know where the exhaust vent is. I like the flat shadows and how the curved ones cast by the ribs define the pipe.
I am forgetful at times. Although I am glad I can easily get another sketchbook, I am more worried about the chronological order of the drawings in each book. Thus the note.
I came across this writing during one of my walks. The street repair people have a graffiti all their own. Their markings mean something their compatriots. It is sanctioned street tagging.
These two sketches are very different even though I did them in very close succession. I drew the man with the folded arms as a study in gesture, omitting details. I devoted the other page of this spread to a young woman who was very pretty. I carefully rendered all the details of her face, […]
Some inner sanctums (sancti ?) are less relaxing than others.
I’m not sure that these folks were related, but the sketch doesn’t rule that out.
This is the inner sanctum, the font of concentration. The firehose outside the entrance has no bearing on what lies within.
This portrait looks nothing like the subject. He kept looking up from his phone call. I was afraid he was going to object to my sketching.
Here is another seating arrangement that just begged to be photographed.
The man’s ‘ambiguous chin’ is an artifact of the blind drawing process. Lifting the pen point and re-placing it where one thinks it should go, doesn’t always work out on paper. The girl’s fingers are another matter. She brushed her hair with them briefly from time to time. I sketched the idea of her hands, […]