Had an excursion into the big town last night for a bluegrass session at Mona's. A gaggle of talented musicians and an enthusiastic crowd. My gesture drawing is rusty; not as fast as I could have been, so I missed a lot of good angles or compositions. (Also forgot how much the markers bleed.)
A stern Victorian, or maybe Edwardian— the title an ode to Lucy Honeychurch of A Room with a View, from my collection of cabinet card portraits. I see now, though, she's less compelling than the first of this series, for not looking into the camera. She's making no direct appeal to us, but someone out of frame, which… Continue reading Easy live and quiet die
Here's a piece that I initially intended to (1) sketch quickly in pencil in the Moleskine, and (2) finish -simply- with red watercolor and my new Micron™ pens– high contrast, no shading. Instead, it turned into a rather detailed pencil rendering, finished with several layers/workings of watercolor, and only a few lines with a pen (ears, jawline, eyes). I kinda… Continue reading Don’t see. Don’t speak. | a sketchbook painting
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
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.
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