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Designing my Life

In general, I am a serious and responsible person. I also tend to be a perfectionist, and perhaps care too much about things that don’t really matter in the big scheme of things. This can be a problem because I feel that I’ve been working hard on all the little things but not having the […]

A Lot to Think About

Self Portrait, watercolor on 140 lb hot press Arches (5″ x 9″), 4/19/2009 I came home from my trip to Snow Farm last night, happy to sleep in my own (king size) bed. I have to say that it was a nice little getaway and a very productive time for me. I thought they ran […]

A Quick SP

Self Portrait, graphite in sketchbook, 3/26/09 When you sit for an hour and a half in front of somebody, he or she shows about twenty faces. And so it’s this crazy chase of, Which face? Which one is the one? -Francesco Clemente In this case, it was my own face I was drawing. The quote […]

The Best Way Out is Through

“Now, son of man, take a clay tablet, put it in front of you and draw the city of Jerusalem on it. Then lay siege to it: Erect siege works against it, build a ramp up to it, set up camps against it and put battering rams around it. Then take an iron pan, place […]

Continuing with Self Portraits

Clavicle Self Portrait, graphite in 8.5 x 11 sketchbook, 1/31/09 I drew a different sort of self portrait yesterday, this time drawing just my neck and shoulders. I never had much by way of cleavage, but I always thought I had a nice set of collarbones on me. I drew this with some woodless graphite […]

Challenging Myself with Portraits

Tommy, graphite and colored pencil in 9 x 12 kraft paper sketchbook, 12/28/2008 This is my cousin Tommy. Drawing this was a challenge as his head in the photo was only about an inch high. Also, I’m not too great with drawing children (or smiling faces either). My mother was able to instantly recognize him […]

Two New Self Portraits, and trying something new

Self Portrait, conte crayon in kraft paper sketchbook, 12/14/2008 I was digging around through some art supplies left to me by a relative. There were some dip pens, some pencils and a little box of black conte crayons–they must be over twenty years old but they don’t go bad or anything. I never did anything […]