Back from disappearing for a bit.
Fell in love with the simplicity of a no. 2 pencil recently.
Back from disappearing for a bit.
Fell in love with the simplicity of a no. 2 pencil recently.
Just a few pages of my current sketchbook as I practice & plan for more plein air sessions.
Did my first successful-ish livestream today. Here was the end result of rambling and doodling.
Cheers to the first and the last.
Leave it to me to injure my arm at the start of a pandemic. My roll has been significantly (and frustratingly) slowed because of it, but I’m still trying to find time to create where I’m able. Yesterday was a sketch of my hands from an old photo, when times where good and nothing hurt. So, things and stuff as ever. & thank you to everyone who has contacted me about commissions. It’s amazing to have your support through this time when all creatives like myself’s careers are pretty much royally effed. It’s like 2008 on repeat but with much higher stakes. Be safe and sane, magical people. & please stay home.
Mood.
Recently found myself on a train rolling back and forth across the country, so of course I had to document it the best way I know how.
I can’t even begin to describe how difficult it is to sketch while being steadily jostled on a train for hours on end.
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January’s almost gone and this is the first bit of art I’ve done yet in 2019.
Adult responsibilities… goooo away.
Been about a year since I was totally bent on Brando's intense gaze. High time I got back to it.
To see more in this series begun last year, click here and scroll down (there's quite a few). I have no excuse for focusing so hard on his gaze apart from being forever in love with expressive eyes.
You make dozens of drawings of Marlon Brando's eyes. All are charcoal pencil on paper.
My hallway into our guest bedroom, aka, The Chill Chamber, aka, La Jolla, aka, whatever we decide to call it each day. Gouache on paper.