This is Gusgus, aka Doublegus, aka Gussy. Her expressiveness is limited to meowing and growling and, oh yes, hissing. Meows are for getting attention. She growls when she is irritated (i.e., if she doesn’t like the way she is being petted). Her growls go away as soon as the offensive petting behavior (OPB) stops. Hissing […]
This is a little raggedy (the drawing, not the cat). It was exceedingly difficult (for me) to capture the subtle shadings within the black fur. Also, it seemed like I drew the very fine white whiskers with a bar of soap. The cold-pressed paper’s texture was no help. Were I to repeat this drawing, it […]
This series portrays the cats that roam around our house (inside our house). Joy and I live with our kids and their families. We don’t own any, but several of them are very affectionate and the rest either hide from us or are apathetic. Ash, portrayed below is one of the younger ones. He is […]
These are the six self portraits I composed over the last week or so. It began with the pencil sketch positioned at 12 O’Clock and proceeded clockwise from 5 O’Clock, ending with the watercolor/marker sketch at 1 O’Clock. I put a lot of thought into these sketches, tapping my prior experience with self portraiture and […]
Thoughts are restricted to my head without an effective way out.
This is another self portrait relating to my relationship with my autistic brother Mike. He was low functioning and nonverbal and I was never able to establish a meaningful, two-way communication with him. The barrier between Mike (represented by the eye with rays, is Mike’s hand. He would typically have his pinky finger of his […]
Those of you who have been following my blog for a while, might recognize some of the themes in this self portrait sketch. My brother Mike was autistic, low functioning and nonverbal, and I never quite knew if he knew I was his brother. Since we are brothers, we have the same genetic inheritance, so […]
I tried to merge my face with my brother Mike’s. Mike was autistic, low functioning and nonverbal. His eyes didn’t seem to work together. Mike shaped a good part of my life, and he is never totally out of my thoughts.
