This is a view of my workspace. Desk, tools, paint, etc., I keep everything close at hand and ready to use. Sometimes my area becomes overgrown with brushes and other tools, that make it impossible to compose or keep my composure. So last night, I deleted my latest post for exactly these reasons. I was not satisfied nor did I put my usual effort into the drawing. I posted for the sake of posting, which is a very bad idea.
The drive to keep busy and work hard was clouded by my impulsive qualities. I allowed my “less than best” to be published.
Shame on me.
This illustration (workspace), is up to my standards and am confident, happy and content to make this presentation. It reflects most importantly, a sure hand and keen eye, but most of all, patience.
This illustration is something new for me. I have not used a pen, only pencil and paint. Very liberating and fluid.
Somewhere along the way, I became inspired to follow through with less line and more color.
Fun and expressive.
Imagine little time to sketch, but long on desire. That’s what I had to work with.
I sketched fast, smart and with dispatch as Captain Picard would have said.
I used to ride a Ducati Monster, and now miss it dearly. Among all the bikes I owned, it was my favorite. It made kickass sounds in shades of black in muted chrome. Plus, it was my only transportation year-round.
If it snowed, I found a groove in the road and off I slid. The most frightening experience was riding in hail, but can’t tell you why. It was a been there, done that sort of thing.
The image is how I looked in my mind’s eye. Yeah, the baddass artist from hell. The one who scared himself too many times.
Forever morning in a café, drinking, celebrating little peeks outside a window. I am side-by-side with a cute little number as the lines grow strong; they formulate in mind.
Perfect Fall; brown, red, scents up an espresso machine. Geese in a nearby cemetery, spooning each other for show.
Friends warming. Friends talking cha-cha.
Pale man drinks his coffee and wanders… through his day. He stuffs the bad while planning retaliation; cold desserts with sour creams.
He is just a human; gender man, with sensual curves down a hand.
Pale drained of blood, tastes chocolates in a cafe. He purrs louder than comfort.
Love to do fancy line work, sculpture and groove. This is what I’m about. Rendering a “perfect” image, aka. “that looks so real” is faking it for me.
Give me the rhythm of drumbeat frenzy. It’s in my mind and lightning to my hand. This is as real as it gets.
I decided to do a selfie while getting warmed up for the day. Needing to produce before school begins, I’m going to be on a tear, sketching people including myself, my dog and just cool stuff that catches my eye.
If anyone has a suggestion, I’m in.
Today was a beast.
The humidity was relentless and came home with very unhappy sinuses and headache. However, art always prevails, especially after creating this intricate composite of a cafe and outdoor building.
I couldn’t resist the composition and am content, now that it is accomplished. (http://www.caffe-classico.com) (http://www.miralea.com)
Sometimes I start out very seriously. I sketch using accurate proportion, line up what is intriguing and then feed my instinct. There are other times when either whimsy or being very casual take hold.
Either way, I finish what I started and evaluate the outcome. Do I like the line quality? Do I feel what I saw? Do I show to other people?
I don’t know how I feel about this sketch. Why did I draw Black-Eyed Susans? (http://www.fcps.edu/islandcreekes/ecology/black-eyed_susan.htm)