This is Ann (my boss) and Kathy (my boss’s boss). I guess that makes Kathy my grandboss.
My bosses are perfect in the same way that my parents are perfect. They back me up when I need them to, and the rest of the time they stay out of my way.
Boss Ladies
September 19, 2011
Pink Nightmare
August 16, 2011
Here are a few more of my timid attempts at using color. I rigged a small watercolor palette that is portable and fairly easy to use with the idea being that I could do watercolor sketches on the go. Of course I did all three of these in the comfort of my own home. So I guess I am still working up the guts to do those watercolors on the go.
The problem is that I spend a lot of time on http://www.urbansketchers.org, which showcases the work of some pretty dang amazing sketchbook artists from all over the world. Seeing all these new masterpieces pop up everyday is both inspiring and intimidating.
Seven Minutes in Heaven
August 7, 2011
I did these three drawings at Space 55, an awesome little theatre in downtown Phoenix that puts on all kinds of fun shows. Every year they do a series of shows called “Seven Minutes in Heaven” where they let each performer go up on stage and do whatever they want for seven minutes. There are pretty much no rules, and the acts are not pre-screened, so you never know what you’re going to see. Music, improv, and puppetry are pretty common. But there have also been food eating contests, blind poets, and magicians (clothed and unclothed).
This show is a great place to practice quick sketches, because just like the performers, you only have seven minutes.
Check out Space 55 at http://www.space55.org
Suicidal Tendencies
July 31, 2011This first drawing is of my two friends Manny and Janet (aka Manet) done one night when we were all playing games and laughing and having a good time. As you can see, I did not exactly capture the joy of the evening.
When Janet saw this she said, “Oh that must have been right before we committed double suicide.”
Since then I have tried to focus more on capturing facial expressions, which is something I find very difficult to do. Expressions are very fleeting and constantly changing.
When someone laughs or smiles or talks it doesn’t just involve their mouth. Their entire face changes shape with each new expression. The eyes, eyebrows, cheekbones, everything is affected. And when a person turns their head, even just slightly, everything changes again.
In order to capture an expression you really have to just take a picture with your mind and then try to sketch it out as close to that memory as possible.
Here is another drawing of Manet (along with my other friends Demis and Nicole) from another night when we were all laughing and playing games and having a good time.
I still haven’t captured the spirit of the evening, but at least these guys don’t look suicidal. And Janet has given her stamp of approval, which of course is the highest honor of all.
Ideal Conditions
July 30, 2011
These are drawings of old master paintings that I did while visiting art museums. Every once in a while the stars will align to put the following conditions in place:
1) Carrie has enough patience to stand still for a while.
2) The museum allows drawing.
3) No guards around to hassle Carrie.
4) No curious onlookers around to hassle Carrie.
The result = a pretty decent drawing. Conte crayon on gray paper.
Beauty and the Beast
July 23, 2011
I did this one last October when I saw Beauty and the Beast at Gammage Auditorium. It was a great show and I loved it every bit as much as the Disney movie. I don’t usually find stories about Stockholm Syndrome to be romantic, but this is an exception.
Lost and Found
July 22, 2011
A couple months ago my hiking club did a tough climb at Finger Rock in Tucson. It was a pretty small group and we all got pretty spread out on the trail. A couple of the women on the hike actually went down the wrong side and ended up getting very very lost.
Our fearless leader, Charles, found out that they were lost and spent several hours standing on a rock halfway up the mountain, in the heat, with no water, trying to direct them back onto the trail via cell phone.
While the three of them sweated it out on the mountain, I spent the evening in the parking lot, hanging out with two other hikers from the group. We had a good old time relaxing in cozy lawn chairs, replenishing our energy, and talking until nightfall. I did this sketch of Rob, laying on the pavement, and enjoying the fact that he was not lost.
The other three finally made it down safely and we all lived happily ever after. But we never did make it to our traditional post hike dinner.
Mixing Moments
July 19, 2011
Holidays with my family are extremely casual, fend for yourself, kind of affairs. We don’t dress up, we don’t clean up, and we’re more likely to order a pizza than cook a ham. This year, due to some scheduling conflicts, we did a Christmas Eve breakfast instead of dinner, and I spent most of the time working on this drawing.
Once again I made the mistake of “mixing moments” and getting odd results. I focused so much on trying to capture my bros with their mouths open, that I did not pay attention to what else was going on.
I never realized until after this drawing, that we humans don’t actually open our mouths to take a bite until right before the fork hits our lips. Here I’ve drawn their hands in a completely different moment, leaving them with their mouths hanging open in a sort of “duh”-like expression.
While technically I should consider this an error, I happen to love the dopey looks on their faces and wouldn’t change it if I could.
How to Be
July 15, 2011
Last Sunday my friend Janet and I took a day trip up to Flagstaff with big plans to do all sorts of productive activities.
Shortly after we arrived we set off for a long walk/hike at Buffalo Park and ended up getting caught in a heavy rainstorm. By the time we returned to the car we were completely soaked and wishing we’d had the foresight to pack extra clothes, or at least an umbrella.
So we found our way over to the mall and wandered off in separate directions to seek out new clothes and towels. We met up afterwards, all dry and newly attired, to discover that we’d bought the same T-shirt. Luckily the shirts were in different colors, so it wasn’t that obvious.
We continued shopping and walking around the mall until it closed and we simply had no other choice than to relocate to Pita Jungle for dinner. After we’d verified that the Flagstaff PJ was every bit as awesome as the ones in the valley, we headed over to Starbucks where Janet got to work revising her play and I read the paper and did this drawing.
Although the rainstorm ordeal may have made it sound like the day was a bust, we actually had a really fun time throughout the entire adventure. When the Starbucks closed down at 10:00 PM we finally decided to call it a day and head back to Phoenix.
By the time I got back home and into bed it was 2:00 AM, only four hours until I had to get up and get ready for work. I usually know better than to start the work week off on so little sleep, but sometimes you just have to say to say “screw it” and enjoy the moment.
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