The feeling when You’ve got back from the beach— shook out the sand donned fresh togs. Open the window, or maybe the air conditioner. Nothing left. All’s as it was before the beach Save that pretzel taste on your lips and a fine tiredness— that welcome, long lost fatigue peculiar to beach days.
I began this earlier in the week in pencil, and spent far longer on it than I expected to on that initial drawing, but have been aiming for greater attention to accuracy and detail so I can get faster at it. I meant to scan it before inking, but I forgot. Here's a part of… Continue reading Interior / Exterior: a little watercolor drawing in process
Above: Sketch of the wee truck-turned-garden on the Gowanus Canal. The pencilling is decent, but I rather cocked it up with the paint and markers, as you can see below. It has put in stark relief my lack of experience with using color in outdoor environments; sunshine and flora. Last week I stumbled upon Urban… Continue reading Have you heard of Urban Sketchers?
I'd thought this drawing may have wanted some watercolor while I was working on it, but I'm fond of it as a spiky monochrome. Maybe instead I'll go back in with graphite and make it a misty, foggy view.
This relates to my post yesterday, regarding a drawing of birch trees. This is the finished inking of a closed in, tangled forest scene I drew last week— album art for a client. This was drawn with pale graphite, then outlined and hatched ten thousand ways to Sunday with a Micron .01mm pen, and finally some washes (a… Continue reading Working with ink: three renditions of a narrow place
I was thinking— I must always bring my sketchbook, else I wind up in a situation with only receipts from my wallet as drawing surfaces. (You never know where you may wind up when you've no specific plans beyond 6pm.) But, then— an 'unconventional materials' challenge is probably a good thing; keeps a person sharp. (Be prepared to… Continue reading Receipts as a substrate for drawing
A number of years ago I published a limited edition of a book of drawings entitled A Collection of Surmised Grotesques. It was a project that grew out of my sketchbook drawings; some were loosely based on observations, though many were invented out of whole cloth. Each page featured an individual, and a line or two about personality,… Continue reading Early grotesques: art archive
On a cold, windy weekend I contrived a little garland of fabric flags— droll points affixed at intervals to a length of pale ribbon because the undraped window looked dreary and forlorn. Days later I looked at them, trying to gauge whether they cheered. Outside, the trees wore bright-gold leaves, a yellow burst against the… Continue reading fabric flags
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