Just another drawing day

A good drawing day... well, lots of drawing. This from the floor under the Christmas tree.
And a new animation of Fido, where I'm just trying to figure out how character animation works. Having to slow down my metabolism to a crawl. Anyway, the poor creature dies, but I think I can bring him back.

Meet Fido

OK, this was really fun to make. Based on one of the recent animal drawings, I did most of the work in Photoshop, frame by frame, and then used BTVpro to make the movie.

Rib cage or radiator?

Squeezing drawing into the holidays...

Zoo-ness

Yesterday's drawing leads to a whole menagerie of creatures... I think they might work well as cut paper animations. This is going to be a good year.

Christmas night

It's Christmas and we are flaking out, eating too much and watching "I'm Your Man" Leonard Cohen songs concert video, very sweet with lots of my favorite songs performed by young artists. Hal was working on a drawing and prodded me to "just make a one-minute drawing." OK, well here is one that took two Lucinda Williams songs to make. Hope your holiday has been as good as ours.

Christmas week

Another laundromat drawing.
Cheers.

Bogged-ness

The trouble with drawing bigger is that it takes a lot longer. I get bogged down and stale, and I haven't any other drawings to choose from for posting.
On the bright side, this work-in-progress has a few glimmers here and there, and I won't mind reworking the rest of it. It long ago ceased to be precious.
It reminds me of the knot in my stomach.

When is a drawing not a drawing?

In Red Hook over the weekend, I saw a drawing show at the Kentler Gallery, www.kentlergallery.org. Way cool and inspiring.
Now I've got this idea, again, to create some of my drawings in fiber. Tapestry? Maybe. Or sculpture with thread. Or dyed, twisted and tied fabric.
Hmmm. This could solve my 'go big or go home' issue.

O tannenbaum

I was just lying on the floor drawing under the Christmas tree, as yet undecorated.
All our usual ornaments are sweet family antiques and I was imagining making my own this year.

Till we meet again

Off to NYC for the weekend, my friend Lori Hayes has an art opening – Transitory Art – at Lutheran Church of the Messiah, 129 Russell St., Greenpoint, Brooklyn. It's on Sunday from 5 to 7 p.m. if you're in the neighborhood.
I'll post next drawing on Tuesday, Dec. 18.
Happpy Holidays.

Everyday drawing

I was thinking of this as an under drawing (like an under painting), but now I will postpone its 'shroud.' Sometimes I have to live with a piece for awhile to know what it needs.
Today I am thinking about how everyday drawings reference everything else: other artists (Vija Celmins), stuff in my pockets, litter on the beach. And then there's that whole interior landscape thing going on. It's best when all my worlds collide .

In the water too long

Turning one drawing into another.

Was I snoring?

Bought some gold and white and silver pens... it's almost like drawing in color. Ha.
That 'thing' eludes me today.

a la Vija Celmins

OK so I didn't spend days and days on this seascape... and I'm too interested in the ink pen I was using – how its quirks (blotches, scrapes, skips and drags) pretty much created the illusion of water without any real intent on my part.
This week I'm experiencing discovery: I draw and draw and draw and stuff, sometimes really cool stuff, happens.

If you're not familiar with Vija, check her out: www.pbs.org/art21/artists/celmins/index.html

This or that

Repetition of form and ritual mark- making yield sci-fi landscape ... or saddle horns ... or anthills ...
I'm coming to appreciate the subtle changes that occur with a finicky ink pen: holes, blotches, waves and scribbles – the unintentional – or so I say.

Winter stillness

I spent a lot of time this week driving on slick and snowy roads in upstate New York. Yikes.
When my flight home was canceled I found myself with a day to draw. Here's one piece illustrating the slip slide-y-ness of their first winter storm. I remember why I don't live there anymore.
The overwhelming whiteness and quiet drove me to work close to the paper and feel every line. They were great conditions for drawing.