Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Gettin' Old

 
 
My eldest, the one with the book, turned 41 last month, which makes me considerably older. I look in the mirror and note the effects of gravity and that my hairline has slowly crawled toward the top of my head. My skin has also gained some tree bark qualities. Yet, it's still me inside, or mostly. I've learned some things about life and gained some knowledge, but maybe not so much wiser. I don't have much left on my bucket list, I'm pretty content. So as time goes on until whenever, and the tree bark gets thicker, and faces and names continue to disconnect, I'll remind myself of all the perks associated with getting old and that I can always be immature.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Dirty Cherub

 
 

Saw this mounted on a wall in England. Much of the original paint peeled off or faded. Drew it last year just as a study in texture.

Palo Verde

The name means "green stick". These trees have olive green bark and bright yellow blossoms in the spring. I obviously haven't done it justice by my drawing, but trees always facinate me. I'm primarily interested in the way the limbs relate from a graphic point of view. I liked the way this one looked.