Interior landscape

Mmmm. Or still life with silly string.
Or lost in the wilderness (I've been reading a novel about monks in the forest on winter nights).
My head says I should be drawing simple. My hand just does what it wants to.

Burnished china marker over ink pen.
14" x 11"

Why is it so hard to make a small good idea a big good idea?

Here's a detail of the great big drawing I've been working on... I'm giving myself 'til the end of the week to figure it out. Then I must move on.
I'm digging the collage (the soft gray areas) and the burnished black china marker. And the bronze color. And the playfulness. Hmmmm. Maybe this will work.

Under-drawing

These are details from a large (7.5' x 4.5') drawing on paper I began over the weekend. There's already been one big bout of erasing and probably more (recorded and erased history?) to come. I like the back- and-forth rhythm between adding and subtracting, building up and destroying. I've been thinking a lot about how we remember ... and revise, and forget ourselves.
I just finished reading Paul Harding's Tinkers. Maybe that has something to do with it.

Studies

It's been another great Saturday. A long week of no drawing (and lots of work) led to a great day of 45 small ink drawings (here are a few) ... they influence a new series of big works which I'll begin documenting tomorrow.

It's been a great day

I love Saturdays filled with working and playing and running and drawing. Spring is in the air today.

Here I've gone back into an old ballpoint pen drawing ... finally knew what it needed. All the different styles I'm using lately will define the upcoming series of large drawings. Looking forward to it.

Living and breathing

Here are a few more images from the Conch Republic.

We met an interesting artist on the island, Zbyszek Koziol, who has lived all over and told us stories about Warhol and the New York scene way back when. I liked his funny, figurative drawings. Check them out here.

Reluctantly returned home

Here's a sampling of the drawings I made in Key West. Vegetation is awesome, abundant, and not what I see everyday in Virginia. Seed pods, fruits and roots, tree bark textures and flowers everywhere. Everything just grows, pushing up and out of sidewalks and pavements and foundations, bursting through fences and breaking pots that try to hold them.