Like some day in early January, it’s one of those days I want to delete half of what I own. Easily half of of it wouldn’t be missed; things in closets, stored away in boxes. The boxes themselves. Things collected against a possible future use. But so much of it is pointless. A strategic purging is… Continue reading Change, spare and otherwise
Yesterday was sunnier and milder than forecast. I totaled around ten miles of wandering and walking (the rain did come but only overnight). In the evening met up with a gaggle of friends, some of whom I'd not seen in months. Did some people watching, too, observational sketches. Here's one from last week. George Washington, aka G.… Continue reading sketchbook anthropology
Here are sneak peek slices of the two illustrations. They are nearly finished (add ice to the drinks, refine shading of stripes), but the book is not, so the final reveals will be some months from now, maybe longer. That's all I can say. These were done using some woodless HB pencils that are new to… Continue reading woodless HB | 0.5mm 2B | 0.5mm gel ink
Tuesday was a BAMF TCB day. (That's acronymic for Badass Motherfucker Taking Care of Business day.) Today will be more of the same (because #deadlines, as the kids say). After a solid five hours of focused client work in the morning, I spontaneously went full berserker on the decrepit grout and caulking in my shower. I've been wanting to… Continue reading Sneak-attack home improvement
I spent about six hours priming and painting picnic tables outdoors on Wednesday, which was a fine day for it. The tables were all dismantled and lying on tarps. It was more laborious than you'd think, and I felt it in my muscles for a few days after. A day of physical labor is a good greeting for Springtime.… Continue reading pen and pencil
The half pans have been getting more action than my computer lately. New sketchbook is only a few days old, but filling up pretty quickly— good, good. Maybe I oughtta' be pairing them with writing.
One of Ray's Zagat-rated jukeboxes ...and your host, Sheila
This woman started as a mouth only. This guy began, loosely, as some character in what I was (sort of) watching, but turned out looking like that kid from Waking Life.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 