Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
I learned, from two of my favorite teachers at Art Center, that you really don't need an art pencil to draw like an artist. Any tool that can make a mark will do just fine. One teacher used any tool available and it was incredible the things he created. The other teacher used, with pride, a No. 2 pencil and, I swear, the pink eraser on the end of those pencils seemed to be always perfectly intact. It's like he never made a mistake worth erasing. The preconceived ideas some people adopt are, for me nowadays, just plain silly.
These two artists reminded me of my own preconceptions. As a little leaguer, my dad was always quick to remind me that it wasn't the glove that let me down. The bat didn't go out of its way to miss the pitch. Nowadays, the term that is used to describe an athlete's disgust with his equipment malfunciton is, "A professional never blames his tools!" But, when I was a kid and all through high school and college, my dad's admonishment was, "It's not the glove, Ben, it's the ballplayer behind it!"
I like this drawing not only because it reminds me of some of the beautifully delicate Albrecht Durer etchings in silver point, but also because this sketch was drawn with a standard, blue, Bic pen. Hopefully, Jack, Barron and especially, dear old Dad are proud.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
I have some interesting hawk shots and experiences since I moved to Folsom. Every late autumn, the goldfinch migrate from the north and many gather at my feeder until just about late April. I never get to see the males in their full golden splendor. Of course, migrating south with them are the sharp-shined hawks, goshawks and a host of other raptors.
I've been toying with a bunch of concepts in my head and thought since the Great Backyard Bird Count by Cornell ornithologists was completed, I would, once again, play with some ideas.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Six ten in the am, and Therese has gone to work. We try to have a decent breakfast and some conversation in the blue and gray of the the morning, but sometimes she has to leave before the dawn and today was one of those days. I used to draw a lot of food still lifes for an agency client, Contadina and Nestle's. This one kind of reminds me of that genre. Maybe next time I'll do it in color... I'm like most artists... EASILY BORED!
Naturally, you can't tell by the drawing, but these are farm fresh eggs direct from the chickens to my friend and then to our table. When she goes to eat at the local breakfast hangout, she brings the cook three of her own farm eggs to prepare her Greek omelet. The real ones do taste different and the shells are harder to break. The omelet always comes out bright yellow. Yum!
With me taking my mom from one doc to another for some observation, I have been bringing a sketch book to pass the time of waiting, but this time I had to use my appointment book. This guy was either really under the weather or was afraid to hear his diagnosis. The drawing was done in a ball point pen.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Saturday, after satisfying my blood thirsting lil' brother's need for more blood samples, I went to a local coffee house to check my messages, have some coffee, an orange/cranberry muffin, and attempt to upload this second of two sketches I drew at the blood center. I took the pic, but didn't have the usb attachment to load it to the computer until I got home.
It was drawn in ball point pen, like the other sketch I did that day, and was drawn in about five minutes. The woman was one of five people watching Rachel Ray cook up something "breakfassy" on tv. It would have made a great picture, to capture all five staring at the television, but no one sat for very long.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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Friday, February 4, 2011
I can't really decide when it was that I lost control, but somehow I just kept on going and going hoping it would come around and then, Voila, Merle! If you look close, you'll find a faint pencil line to start and maybe that is all that has to be said about it.
Did I say that I am really satisfied with this sketch?
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
I eventually hung the flying model birds from one of our pine trees with fishing line and nailed the woodpecker and squirrel to the trunk of the tree about nine or ten feet up. There they stayed until 1965 when Hurricane Betsy blew them away.
This time of year our visiting goldfinch, cowbirds, and assorted sparrows feed on black oil sunflower seeds along with our native, titmice, chickadees, nuthatches, and cardinals. The jays and woodpeckers, most especially the red-breasted woodpecker, prefer peanuts and will throw out some of the sunflower seeds to get at the peanuts to the delight of the towhees and doves and squirrels.
I found this nuthatch adroitly working around the red-breasted woodpecker showing little respect for the big bird and his big beak. It's gonna be real cold tonight and it is every bird for themselves!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
These guys had their domes strapped into their laptops for the longest time, talking corporate stuff on one of those "Go To Meeting" sites while Hall and Oates's,"Man Eater" was playing on the coffee shop system.
I drew this with a fresh Sharpie Fine Point which I hate because they have a tendency to be too wet and kinda bleed. I tend to like them more on the used side than brand new!