I've continued to do these masked portraits, though they've been meandering in different directions and styles. That's me, though. I think when I get to a point that I've done a number of things in the very same style I begin to feel like I'm just doing a sort of copy+paste art. Which is absurd,… Continue reading More masked portraits
A house on Jones Street in Savannah The past few days I've finally begun sinking hours of time into acts of creation (outside of my design work—I'm still working full time hours via telecommuting, for which I'm incredibly grateful).Despite my plentiful physical art supplies that have accrued over years —like my watercolors which have been… Continue reading Reclaiming some sense of control
I had imagined so much extra time to do things like write and draw, now I'm working from home and staying in my house 97% of the time. It hasn't really been the case. I'm still working, and more hours than before. The 8-10 hours in front of the computer leave me tired— it's a… Continue reading Art in the Time of Coronavirus
Here is a scan of an initial proof of my line-etching of the witch-boy. This is the result of scratching my drawing into a waxy coating over the copper plate, called a hard ground. After coating the plate, you can transfer your (reversed) image onto the surface to guide you as you make your lines… Continue reading The Witch-boy: line etch proof
Meet the witch-boy. He surfaced toward the end of my Inktober series for this year. I did a couple more sketches of him after the first, intrigued. A few weeks ago I began studying intaglio again, and decided I'd like to do an etching of this guy, but that initial sketch needed some work, it… Continue reading A witch-boy wanders woods at the full moon
Here’s what I haven't posted the past few days— and I'm still three days behind! But the missing drawings will be forthcoming. I’m a man of my word, dammit. Above, Day twenty-seven: : The witch boy on a night walking beneath the pointy crescent moon. Day twenty-six: My FACE! Here’s a variation, as I already… Continue reading All around All Hallow’s Eve— catch up drawings
Day twenty-four: When at last she’d completed ministrations to her old-new house in such ways that compelled her, she returned to the leathery old box— a delicious reward. Retrieved from its out-of-the-way place of safe-keeping (much to Cat's chagrin), she opened it. It contained the following: + One journal; worn but not ruined + One… Continue reading Day twenty-four: The mystery had only just begun
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