Gardeners Only...Most of the Time

Gardens are a miracle box. This year I watched yellow gourds, red tomatoes, orange carrots, purple onions, green zucchinis explode out of the ground. Anyone over the age of 2 was allowed into the Wilson Garden Clique, needless to say some of the less privileged were jealous. From time to time a few duds were caused by curious fingers, but that's what a garden is for. It is a microcosm classroom for life's best secrets- A little tenderness and patience with some persistent hard work brings fulfilling rewards. Enjoy and see you back soon.

Traditional Charcoal Drawing

I've posted a few digital pictures and oil sketches lately and wanted to do something a little different. I got an itching to feel the grit of charcoal on board and this is the night's result. It blows me away how nice it is to feel bumps, chunks of charcoal, etc. Sometimes a wacom tablet is just sinfully smooth, taking out all the unexpected and even giving you the "Control Z." It's almost too much, almost.

This is not to say that I don't love working digitally; I do. Just different strokes for different projects. I think the broader your abilities are the more choices/options you have to to play with. This time it was charcoal; what's your flavor today?

Memory-Sketch it or it's lost

Memory is sharpened in the recording processes while sketching. I sit in about 2 hrs of council meetings on Sundays and often find myself filling my notes of people in the room. Details of the meetings come by looking at the sketches and caricatures. These sketches are little pen doodles from one day when I was fascinated with a certain mustachioed sage. I was sitting to his left, but for some reason I mirrored his face for two of the sketches. Maybe things got mixed up going back-and-forth between right and left brain functions.

My memory records angles of people's slouching and jowls from months ago but can't recall what I had for lunch two days ago. Maybe I should start drawing my meals.