So I had "Noon" on my list. And how does one draw noon exactly? Well...
Friday, March 17, 2017
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
I had the title "The Scythe" on my list and, while Death seemed an obvious choice, I decided to check out what the ancient Egyptians might have had to offer. Well, they had a sickle. So I took some liberties.
You can find the original version of Harvest here.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Sometimes I get trapped by my own rules for a project and have to make decisions on an artwork that don't go with the rest of the pictures. "Night" was one of these.
I wanted it to fit with the Coloring Book theme I've chosen for this particular body of work, but reversing the black and white produced the more dramatic drawing.
If only I had an art blog where I could discuss these dilemmas and present the alternative art! I really should get one of those.
I waffled over the constellations to use too. I first thought of the Big Dipper, but that seemed some how too simple. Next, I considered Sagittarius, my birth sign, but every picture of the constellation I looked at seemed to use a different group of stars...and I was not going to use "The Teapot." Orion was too obvious.
So I returned to the Big Dipper and, while I looked at photo after photo, it occurred to me that it was the Big Dipper to which I looked in awe as a child, and from there to the Little Dipper and Cassiopeia. What better representation could there be for the night than the stars by which I steered my childhood and youth?
Monday, March 13, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
In my dream, I am in a typical retail break room. It looks like there are monitors against the wall being watched, but they are really boxes containing jewelry of various kinds. I know this, but cannot see the stuff. To one side, the President of the United States is leaning over a table, his hands flat on it's top, his head bowed. He says, "What if the people really wanted a stupid President?"
Then the President is lying on the floor. He is wearing only a suit jacket. He has no legs. He is not injured, just legless. We are talking, having a spirited debate, as if his current condition isn't anything unusual. He says, "Would you have voted for Jimmy Carter?"
I said, "I was raised in a Republican household. It was Nixon and Ford all the way. Mr. Carter will only ever be remembered for one gigantic failure. But he tried to be a hero, and that's what's important. He tried."
It was a busy dream with a lot going on, people moving to and fro in the background, conversations being had, but I don't remember anything after that.
A note: I'm politically inert -- I work hard to remain that way -- and so I bear the President no ill will. I wonder at some of his choices, like many do, but it is my hope he finds a pathway to success.
That being said, this dream has lingered into my waking hours as few do and therefore requires to be noted.
Saturday, March 11, 2017
I had "Flamingo" on my list of card names (along with Finch, Parrot, et al.), so I drew a flamingo. But it seemed so very boring. A couple of extra heads solved that problem. To which level of Hell do you suppose this guy guards the gateway?
I added the cattails to give some depth, but a friend of mine insisted it's a chorus line of frogs. I just can't see that.
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Monday, March 6, 2017
This was originally entitled "The Power Button," but I remembered my rule of not having recognizable symbols in my artwork (with only certain exceptions). So I opted for crossed mallets...and was promptly reminded by a friend of the marching hammers from the movie, Pink Floyd The Wall.
There are a bunch of extraterrestrial flavored names on my prospective card list. I realized that I'd never really drawn my take on one of the Martian war machines from H.G. Wells' celebrated The War of the Worlds.
So here it is.
I read a review of a CD and the reviewer referred to the "ancestral weight" of the musician's songs. This image leapt to my mind pretty much whole.
Everyone knows that Kokopelli reminds me of my Dad, so for me the image has it's own "ancestral weight."
Sunday, February 26, 2017
No, so far as I know there isn't a name for what's wrong with me. Also no, I do think I care.
See the original, inexplicable sketch below. I don't know what the various notes mean, but they'll undoubtedly turn up as drawings sooner or later.
Friday, February 24, 2017
So today I felt fairly terrible, but I worked like a good boy. Then I wanted to show a friend of mine something from my sketchbook via Skype and its elastic keeper-closer (which had lost all of it's elasticity) caught on my just-filled coffee cup overturning it, soaking me, and creating a splatter pattern on my carpet almost the exact size of a bath towel.
Then this happened.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
This goes out to the guy who wrote a long letter that I had to answer about how his order wasn't going to arrive on time, that it was being delayed, that every customer service rep he spoke to gave no help or conflicting information and why was he supposed to bother shopping with my company after all that anyway?
His order arrived on time, the day after his 2000 word freakout. Do you think he'll apologize to my company for his having been wrong in his judgment of us?
No, he will not.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
When I started drawing this morning, I had forgotten that NASA had a press conference today to announce a new discovery. As it turns out, a nearby star , TRAPPIST-1, has seven Earth-sized planets, three of which fall within the star's Goldilocks Zone, and all of which have the potential to have liquid water. I'm a little blown away.
So, in honor of this exciting discovery...
Monday, February 20, 2017
So, my not-very-obvious intention was to play on the "butch" in butcher and put him in a leather biker jacket. So much for that. What a less than clever cleaver.
But there are plenty of bonus Audrey IIs though, so there's that.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
I ran across a sketch in my work journal today (below) and decided it would be today's drawing. Why or when I drew it, I have no idea. I played around with titles like "Malleable" and "Mutable" and "Adaptable," but decided on yes-man because who is more soft-headed than that kind of person really?
Not that I'm judging. Or bitter.
I also wrote "your fault" next to the guy. Whose fault? No clue.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Occasionally, what starts as one thing ends as another. The Muses had pretty much abandoned me tonight, but then I hit on the idea of Want as a hole through a person, through one's heart. Not terribly original, I know.
I had an old head I'd built a long time ago so I started with removing his eyes, then constructed the heart and his robe. Then realized he needed the suit icons from the Tarot.
Then I realized he was The Magician. Just like that.