Some days my drawing is really more like running scales than playing a melody. I’m holding a place in my life for my art.
This is my periodic reminder, mostly to myself, that I am not really posting what I think is “good art”, I am posting evidence of my daily practice.
little stream-of-consciousness doodle that has an old philosopher either feeding a dandelion to a many-eyed beast, or else summoning a tidal wave bubble bath.
I sat looking at the blank paper for a long time this evening. Then made some lines that seemed uninteresting to me. But then the birds came and landed on them, and I thought that was OK.
The Cafe Rat is back, apparently willing to share their journallings with Buddy Crow.
I have returned to my studio and my scanner. This was drawn in the mostly-dark, at the Stone Church in Brattleboro, before the Sam Amidon/Marc Ribot concert I was fortunate to attend. I might get around to doing a little more work on this one.
My angels are often anatomically like insects, in that they have 6 appendages plus wings. Why not.
I did manage to keep up my daily practice while away; as I have time, I’ll add posts for those dates.
anxious by default
look what the ink pulled out of my brain tonight.
My scanner doesn’t handle reds and oranges very well I guess. I like the colors on the original better than what’s showing up here, but didn’t take the time to fix the scan levels. Oh well, here it is anyway.
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