11" x 14" Speedball super black India ink and Winsor Newton series 7 #2 brush in Canson sketchbook
I've been studying and copying the work of Charles Burns trying to improve the feathering technique with this sable brush. It's slow going but I'll keep at it.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Monday, November 7, 2016
STAGGER LEE
11" x 14" Speedball super black India ink, Windsor Newton series 7 #2 brush and Fude brush in Canson sketchbook
On Christmas Eve, 1895, in a St. Louis saloon, "Stag" Lee Shelton, a black pimp, shot William "Billy" Lyons. Eyewitnesses say Billy snatched Stag's Stetson hat. Boom, boom, boom, boom went Stag's forty-four. You don't mess with a man's hat.
On Christmas Eve, 1895, in a St. Louis saloon, "Stag" Lee Shelton, a black pimp, shot William "Billy" Lyons. Eyewitnesses say Billy snatched Stag's Stetson hat. Boom, boom, boom, boom went Stag's forty-four. You don't mess with a man's hat.
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
EL JEFE
11" x 14" Speedball super black India ink, Raphael 8404 #3 brush and Faber-Castell big brushes in Canson sketchbook
Monday, October 31, 2016
Friday, October 28, 2016
Thursday, October 27, 2016
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
EINSTEIN
18" x 24" Acrylic on canvas Private collection
I met Einstein in a dream
Springtime on Princeton lawn grass
I kneeled down & kissed his young thumb
like a ruddy pope
his face fresh broad cheeked rosy
“I invented a universe separate,
something like a Virgin”–
“Yes, the creature gives birth to itself,”
I quoted from Mescaline
We sat down open air universal summer
to eat lunch, professors’ wives
at the Tennis Court Club,
our meeting eternal, as expected,
my gesture to kiss his fist
unexpectedly saintly
considering the Atom Bomb I didn’t mention.
-Allen Ginsberg
I met Einstein in a dream
Springtime on Princeton lawn grass
I kneeled down & kissed his young thumb
like a ruddy pope
his face fresh broad cheeked rosy
“I invented a universe separate,
something like a Virgin”–
“Yes, the creature gives birth to itself,”
I quoted from Mescaline
We sat down open air universal summer
to eat lunch, professors’ wives
at the Tennis Court Club,
our meeting eternal, as expected,
my gesture to kiss his fist
unexpectedly saintly
considering the Atom Bomb I didn’t mention.
-Allen Ginsberg
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Monday, October 17, 2016
SUNNY FOX
26" x 31" Ink, pencil and Faber Castel brush pens on paper
What a great weekend I had! Our Miss Rio visited and we kept producing our art way past the time when out hands were hurting. It was that much fun and I learned a lot. Thanks Ryan Holbrook and Wendy Holbrook . She's great!
What a great weekend I had! Our Miss Rio visited and we kept producing our art way past the time when out hands were hurting. It was that much fun and I learned a lot. Thanks Ryan Holbrook and Wendy Holbrook . She's great!
Friday, October 14, 2016
2ND AVENUE EAST 6TH STREET
11 1/2" x 8 1/2" ink and brush in Canson Sketchbook
Since I seem to be using a lot of ink this October I thought I'd touch up and finish this unfinished piece. How do I know when a piece is finished? It stops being a pain in the butt.
Since I seem to be using a lot of ink this October I thought I'd touch up and finish this unfinished piece. How do I know when a piece is finished? It stops being a pain in the butt.
THE CATCH
11 1/2" x 8 1/2" Faber-Castel brush pens in Moleskine sketchbook
It's that time again in baseball. Great plays seem to manifest during autumn. I only know about this catch made by Willie Mays from the video, but what a play!
"In the eighth inning of Game 1, with the score tied 2-2 and two runners on base, Indians first baseman Vic Wertz hit a fly ball 440 feet deep into center field. Mays turned, ran and then caught the ball over his shoulder with his back to the infield, before spinning and firing the ball back into the infield to keep the runners from advancing. The catch preserved the tie, and the Giants won the game on a home run by Dusty Rhodes in the 10th inning. When he was asked later about the catch, Mays famously replied, “I don’t rank ‘em, I just catch ‘em.” The Giants went on to sweep the 1954 World Series." - from the History channel
It's that time again in baseball. Great plays seem to manifest during autumn. I only know about this catch made by Willie Mays from the video, but what a play!
"In the eighth inning of Game 1, with the score tied 2-2 and two runners on base, Indians first baseman Vic Wertz hit a fly ball 440 feet deep into center field. Mays turned, ran and then caught the ball over his shoulder with his back to the infield, before spinning and firing the ball back into the infield to keep the runners from advancing. The catch preserved the tie, and the Giants won the game on a home run by Dusty Rhodes in the 10th inning. When he was asked later about the catch, Mays famously replied, “I don’t rank ‘em, I just catch ‘em.” The Giants went on to sweep the 1954 World Series." - from the History channel
Thursday, October 13, 2016
RED HAIR
18" x 24" Oil on canvas
“Her heavy peasant face was fringed by a bang of red hair like a woolen table-spread, a color at once strange and attractive, an obstinate color, a color that seemed to make Lena feel something alien and bad-tempered had settled over her forehead...”
― Djuna Barnes
“Her heavy peasant face was fringed by a bang of red hair like a woolen table-spread, a color at once strange and attractive, an obstinate color, a color that seemed to make Lena feel something alien and bad-tempered had settled over her forehead...”
― Djuna Barnes
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Friday, October 7, 2016
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Friday, September 30, 2016
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
ART
ART 18" x 24" Charcoal on paper
I've been going through some of my old drawings and paintings and came across this one of my father in law Art. He is 84 years young and still going strong. Those of you who know him know what I'm saying. The doctor just shakes his head in amazement when Art complains that he's getting old because he can't go full speed anymore, or "busheling", as he calls it. I did this drawing back in the '90's and I think he still looks the same.
I've been going through some of my old drawings and paintings and came across this one of my father in law Art. He is 84 years young and still going strong. Those of you who know him know what I'm saying. The doctor just shakes his head in amazement when Art complains that he's getting old because he can't go full speed anymore, or "busheling", as he calls it. I did this drawing back in the '90's and I think he still looks the same.
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Monday, September 12, 2016
PORTRAIT OF LARRY WATSON
19" x 25" Charcoal on Strathmore paper
More early work from a live model session in 1994. Larry is an artist and was also the Director of the Coos Art Museum in Coos Bay, Oregon.
More early work from a live model session in 1994. Larry is an artist and was also the Director of the Coos Art Museum in Coos Bay, Oregon.
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
FIGURE DRAWING
19" x 25" Charcoal on Strathmore paper
Early work from 1992 done at Peggy Oneal's studio in North Bend Oregon. A group of us would meet once a week at Peggy's studio, chip in ten bucks for a model and really learn how to see and draw.
Early work from 1992 done at Peggy Oneal's studio in North Bend Oregon. A group of us would meet once a week at Peggy's studio, chip in ten bucks for a model and really learn how to see and draw.
PORTRAIT OF DAVID HOCKNEY
18"x 24" Acrylic on canvass
Inspired by artist Linda Tennant I've decided to post some of my earlier work even though it may be chock full of honest mistakes.
Inspired by artist Linda Tennant I've decided to post some of my earlier work even though it may be chock full of honest mistakes.
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Thursday, August 18, 2016
WASHINGTON SQUARE PARK
14" x 17" Ink and brush on Canson Bristol paper
" The scene at the outdoor chess tables in Washington Square Park was a melange of urban vitality and color. In contrast to the subdued, almost meditative pairings at the Brooklyn Chess Club, the park's contests were waged by a fast talking and disparate group of chess hustlers, Village bohemians, and tournament strength players who enjoyed competing in the open air, sometimes from sunup to sundown. Intriguingly, the chess tables crossed class barriers: One might find Wall Street bankers playing against homeless men from Skid Row, or Ivy Leaguers facing down high school dropouts. As for the park itself, it was an American version of a Middle Eastern bazaar, with folk singers, storytellers, beggars, political dissidents, soapbox orators, and even the occasional snake charmer. The "anything goes" atmosphere encouraged audacity and inventiveness." - ENDGAME by Dr. Frank Brady
" The scene at the outdoor chess tables in Washington Square Park was a melange of urban vitality and color. In contrast to the subdued, almost meditative pairings at the Brooklyn Chess Club, the park's contests were waged by a fast talking and disparate group of chess hustlers, Village bohemians, and tournament strength players who enjoyed competing in the open air, sometimes from sunup to sundown. Intriguingly, the chess tables crossed class barriers: One might find Wall Street bankers playing against homeless men from Skid Row, or Ivy Leaguers facing down high school dropouts. As for the park itself, it was an American version of a Middle Eastern bazaar, with folk singers, storytellers, beggars, political dissidents, soapbox orators, and even the occasional snake charmer. The "anything goes" atmosphere encouraged audacity and inventiveness." - ENDGAME by Dr. Frank Brady
Monday, August 15, 2016
Thursday, July 21, 2016
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
SAINT PETER IN A DREAM
24" x 18" Acrylic on paper
I keep a dream journal and the other morning I woke up from a vivid dream of this guy who called himself Simon Peter. He spoke plainly in this dream and told me he and a bunch of other lazy bums were just laying around when they met God. "They call me a saint but I'm just a screw up, hell I even pulled a sword on someone." He caught me staring intently at his face in order to remember the details to paint him and he suddenly said "Look, a saint isn't some goody two shoes, a saint is someone who messes up but keeps on trying." Then I woke up.
Vincent van Gogh painted his dreams. If it's good enough for Vinnie, it's good enough for me. They called him crazy but they spend millions on his paintings!
I keep a dream journal and the other morning I woke up from a vivid dream of this guy who called himself Simon Peter. He spoke plainly in this dream and told me he and a bunch of other lazy bums were just laying around when they met God. "They call me a saint but I'm just a screw up, hell I even pulled a sword on someone." He caught me staring intently at his face in order to remember the details to paint him and he suddenly said "Look, a saint isn't some goody two shoes, a saint is someone who messes up but keeps on trying." Then I woke up.
Vincent van Gogh painted his dreams. If it's good enough for Vinnie, it's good enough for me. They called him crazy but they spend millions on his paintings!
Monday, July 18, 2016
EPIC COMB OVER WITH POEM
18" x 24" ink, Fude brush and Faber-Castell big brush pens on Canson Bristol paper
Hymn to the Comb-Over
BY WESLEY MCNAIR
How the thickest of them erupt just
above the ear, cresting in waves so stiff
no wind can move them. Let us praise them
in all of their varieties, some skinny
as the bands of headphones, some rising
from a part that extends halfway around
the head, others four or five strings
stretched so taut the scalp resembles
a musical instrument. Let us praise the sprays
that hold them, and the combs that coax
such abundance to the front of the head
in the mirror, the combers entirely forget
the back. And let us celebrate the combers,
who address the old sorrow of time’s passing
day after day, bringing out of the barrenness
of mid-life this ridiculous and wonderful
harvest, no wishful flag of hope, but, thick,
or thin, the flag itself, unfurled for us all
in subways, offices, and malls across America.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
BACK TO BASICS
8 1/2" x 5 1/2" Ink and Fude brush in Moleskine sketchbook
Just a little reminder that we all need these days.
Just a little reminder that we all need these days.
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
BUDDHA NYC SUBWAY
36" x 24" Ink and Fude brush on MTA paper
Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love; this is the eternal rule.
Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love; this is the eternal rule.
Thursday, July 7, 2016
BILL AND THE DONALD CONSPIRE TO HELP HILLARY
18" x 24" Ink on Canson Bristol paper
In May 2015 Bill hatched a brilliant plan to make sure the GOP nominated someone Hillary could beat in the election. He called his pal Donald and planted the seed. It's a win-win for The Donald. He gets to rant, rave and entertain during the campaign saying whatever he wants...then, if he loses he cashes in! And that's how we got to this point. You heard it here first!
In May 2015 Bill hatched a brilliant plan to make sure the GOP nominated someone Hillary could beat in the election. He called his pal Donald and planted the seed. It's a win-win for The Donald. He gets to rant, rave and entertain during the campaign saying whatever he wants...then, if he loses he cashes in! And that's how we got to this point. You heard it here first!
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Friday, July 1, 2016
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Monday, June 27, 2016
Sunday, June 26, 2016
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