Anna

This didn't copy well, it's better in the real. The hat was what attracted me to this pretty girl. I asked if she'd pose and this was the best.

Bleah

 

Not much to say here. Kind of lost interest in blogging but thought I'd post something to let the world know I'm still around. I'm working on another drawing but the process is slow. I'm holed up in the house because of the weather so I really have no excuse for not working on it. 108 outside with three digit degree days as far as the eye can see. Oh well, no sweat, I have AC.

Cynthia

Shannon

 

 

A fully Irish friend. I struggled with getting the smile right. It still doesn't show the way her whole face lights up, but it's close. I also can't seem to get my camera and Photoshop to show the drawing correctly. It's better in the real. Perfectionism syndrome again.

Here Again

 

 

I came into my studio a few hours ago with the intention of starting a drawing for a show I want to enter. I sat down at my board and leaned back and stared. I have a couple of ideas but don't have the drive to begin. I moved to my computer opened Pandora and my blog and looked at my previous work. I'm done viewing and now I'm writing and still listening. My mind is foggy. I feel heavy.

 

I started a project in my shop three months ago. I did the same as I'd done for so many years in my career and found myself  anxious and uncomfortable but felt I needed to complete it just because I started. I think I starved my soul. Too much left brain logic and figuring. I've had nightmares in the past of being trapped in a machine shop and unable to escape. I must be there now.

 

What I want is to visit a forest, dark and deep and breath in some fresh ambiance, feel the rain, see the green. What I really need is to just start. Generally, when I do, the flow starts. Until I do and pick up a pencil and put down a line to my feed sensitive side, I'll be malnourished.



FAM II

A couple more of us since the last photo. I don't like my picture taken. Neither does Noah.

Heard on NPR

Give a man a gun,

And he can rob a bank.

Give a man a bank,

And he can rob the World.

John

Allergy Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have been assaulted by the pollen in the air

I've tried to get away but it's always everywhere

And now it's only red I see, it really isn't fair

Pollution marches on.

Found

This caught my eye on the beach in Mexico.