Tag Archives: Pentel Pocket Pen

September 07

Peru & Chicago

The flight from the west coast to Chicago is about four hours. The timeless “right brain” state feels good, shuts down the mental chatter, and transforms long trips into wine and pretzel blips. I finished one of my earlier Scott Schuman fashion portraits with some Derwent Inktense blocksticks that I’ve been keeping in a pouch […]

December 09

Into the Woods

This is my second Thanksgiving on my Aunt’s twenty acre farm. It’s domestic in the way of humans imposing landscaped-order on nature, and wild in the ways of nature just beyond the circle of light cast by the little boiler house that provides a permanent scent of firewood and heat for the humans. Rejuvenating by day, and for this […]

September 08

Boats and Blues

In Lieu of ever finishing a copy of Circe (1977 Romare Bearden) I’ve been doodling and sketching at lunchtime and during my morning routine. These are grouped together from the waterfront Blues festival and a post-work-decompression-doodle-session. The piano and boats are in my 3.5 x 5.5 Moleskine Pocket Storyboard Notebook – I thought the thumbnail boundaries […]

July 17

Fur Potato

AKA Kylie, the Maltese-Yorkie-Who-Knows-What-Else-Mut with oversized ears and long semaphore tail that signals eager friendship. She literally sighs when she collapses against you for a little lay-down. I spent a bit of quality time with she and her dog friends at my best friend’s house AKA: The Dog Fort. Imagine an old schoolhouse lovingly remodelled […]

May 22

Manet

Another Friday’s Eve begins; Thursday is my favorite day. I like drawing straight-up with ink sometimes because there’s no possibility of going back. corrections are limited, and knowing that is freeing to just observe and enjoy the process. I bought the Manet postcard at Musee d’Orsay in Paris last September. She is Berthe Morisot au […]

March 24

Ear Weir

I guess that only makes sense if words are fish. But something is being intercepted between aural and neural signals – even if meaning and understanding are microseconds away from the initial slip of the ear. This happens often, although my hearing is supposedly fine. I found this instance amusing and tried to capture it. […]

January 24

A Sole’s Revenge

The last time I cooked tilapia in my small apartment, I was firm in my resolve to eat fish in restaurants. Yet, time passes, memories fade. The tilapia was bad, but this little bastard (only $2.95 -wild caught!) is violating every porous surface in my house. It won’t go away. I challenged it with slabs of slow-cooked bacon, […]

January 05

Urban Sketchers, Lan Su Garden

A very cold 10:30 am trip the the Chinese Gardens to take advantage of the food drive / free admission. Sunny, but high 30’s low 40’s! Everyone was bundled up and we got cozy at Floyd’s to share work or keep working by around noon – I couldn’t feel my toes. I like my tree. […]