Not just any markers, mind you. Copic Sketch markers, which are specially designed for use by artists. They have two ends (a broad tip and a fine tip), and are refillable. They come in a huge variety of colors. This started as a pencil sketch, then waterproof ink to establish the main lines, and finally … Continue reading Keith Richards portrait, with markers
A lot of people on Facebook are doing lists of ten books that influenced them. I haven't done the 10 books thing because, well, ten. I have no idea how many books I've read in my life, but based on the numbers I used to keep back in grade school because the nuns insisted, let's say … Continue reading Top ten books?
Someone came up with a criticism of the bucket challenge, based strictly on practical considerations. I have to ask: is there any actual reason to address this phenomenon in practical terms? One could make the case--easily--that there can only be one simple reason for the way it took off, and that practical considerations are, at … Continue reading The Bucket Challenge, Philosophically Parsed.
Here's an odd thesis that formed in my mind today: every photograph we take is a selfie. But not really odd. We actually do stamp ourselves onto every photograph. How we see things, what we choose to focus on, what emotions we elicit in the person photographed, how silent we are in our art to … Continue reading Photography is both a mirror and a lens
A dandelion, and a horse, head bowed, nibbling at dried grass. Four decks of cards, and a cloud shaped like a clover. Cuts of meat in a display case, and tired rowers coming up to the quay. Naked shoulders, from the back, and a bicyclist headed up a hill. Teen angst, and a pressure vessel. … Continue reading Equality
This is the very start of a sketch from a photo - only got started on it at the local coffee shop (Ristretto's in Covington, WA). It's a nice, well-lit, friendly place to draw or even do a little painting in my sketchbook now and then. I generally sketch directly to paper with a pen. … Continue reading Beginning of a sketch
[Text of Philip Larkin's poem, "The Trees," here] "Last year is dead," Larkin said, of daffodils and trees, mocking their rebirth as if spring were falsely clothed. And this: "...greenness is a kind of grief." That connection is a trick of the mind, like not seeing the seam between hurt and anger. Was Larkin born … Continue reading Last Year Is Dead