I didn’t have enough time to complete this sketch on site. I worked on it at home, using the image of the man’s stance in my mind’s eye, taking liberties when my memory failed.
In one part of my dream last night, the landscape was dominated by very large, mounds. They reminded me of overturned ceramic tea strainer inserts, but in place of holes there were bumps. The surface had a matt, metallic finish, like raku. I climbed atop one, and then I noticed huge military tanks getting ready […]
I ate at a restaurant during my lunch break today. I haven’t done that in a long time. An older woman and a young boy sat in a booth close to me. I was at one of the tables that was surrounded by very high stools. This accounts for the vantage point in the sketch […]
Today I worked at one of my jobs, the first long-term position I landed since I moved out here. I had been weaning myself away from it in favor of another that has more potential. I’m happy I did so: the job I worked today has been weaning itself away from me! It will close […]
William, my grandson, is in bed. We had a nice time today, but he is so active I wasn’t able to do a sketch with him in front of me. I memorized his features and tried to replicate them in the portrait below.
Family snapshot of hearth on the night before Christmas.
This study began with five parallel lines upon which music could be written. The lines continued, but lost their parallel order with two lines escaping their nature as potential recipients of musical notes. I took the outstretched, five-fingered hand from a photograph of someone expressing exasperation. I took the other hand (thumb and forefinger) from […]
Matisse, his Notes of a Painter he does not endorse working purely from nature or purely from imagination. He states, “… I think that one can judge the vitality and power of an artist who, after having received impressions directly from the spectacle of nature, is able to organize his sensations to continue his work in […]
The fifth of this series of portraits of my brother Mike* is a bit different than the others. Mike would often display fits of rage, directed at himself. Some docs thought he was Tourettic, others thought it was a behavioral issue. The point is, Mike could be frightening. I weathered the storm and didn’t believe […]
I had a nice dream last night, for a change of pace. There were hundreds of purple bits arrayed in random, peeling off the floor. To my delight, I was able to control them and align them in the direction I wanted them to go.