Quizzical

Dropping a few quick sketches from the book. I've been sick the last few days, which has been quite humbling; not having the energy to do anything is terrible, especially when there's so much to be done this time of year. My family has been weirded out by my lack of enthusiasm. It's nice to know e reminded that you're appreciated for who you are, and missed when you're not quite yourself. It's impossible to spell 'quizzical' in scrabble without a blank letter, by the way (That's my Gramma Helga with her 'thinking' face on).
Happy Holidays!

Oh, here's to Nataly's toe acting normal in the New Year!

Match Point

I made a bunch of match boxes to hand out to friends tonight... but plans fell through and the fun is not happening. So I have this pile of matchboxes sitting in a bag. They were fun to make though, and look neat! Hopefully I'll meet up with some folks before Christmas.
Hope you all avoid severe colds!

Christian

Ding

Done! Sweet deals.
This is the last piece to officially end the semester. I finally busted out the water-soluble oils and boy, did I have fun! The working theme for the assignment was 'memory'. I decided to comment on past relationships. It's on three 14"x14" wood panels. There were originally three chicks, but I decided I better include myself (Sorry Rebecca!). 15 year-old love doesn't count anyways, does it? Sure it does.

I love my book

Here are some pages from my book. Sick!

Good Morning

The First (proper) snowfall of the season lay itself across the city last night. I had actually thought old man winter wouldn't really kick us in the pants this year, but he's a crotchety (if not untimely) fellow. Better than freezing rain though!
I found a few scans last night of sketches from some time last year or the year before. So here they are!

P.S.: Give Chauncy my love.

Quick drop, just a few things I've done recently. The portrait is of my friend Brea, from a new sketchbook I've recently begun filling-- it's kind of a Life Drawing book more than anything. I'll throw some stuff from it down in the not too distant future. The damned book seems to be taking precedence over my actual projects! Yeargh.
The fish is a spot illustration of sorts for... well, nothing in particular. It could be applied to growth within markets or shrinking environments etc etcetera.
As a side note, I've had a few discussions recently with Rosemary and friends as to when a dot becomes a circle. I mean, a bingo dauber is pretty fat, like the size of a nickel, but the mark it makes is still considered a dot. If you had a bingo dauber a mile wide and pressed it against a surface (the moon?), would it still be a dot? Dots are defined as small... but how small is small? What constitutes a dot?

Wouldn't it be nice if the world were Cadbury?

Very busy lately... less productive. It's like every morning I open a window expecting a flock of parrot's to invite themselves in, but instead they all end in a heap under the sill with broken necks. I don't think parrot's even move in flocks.
So a few pieces I've done recently, not curriculum-related.
As a side-note, if you haven't yet listened to the Dears' latest album (somewhat inappropriately titled) 'Gang of Losers,' give it a peek. And everyone should listen to a decent amount of Chris Smither.

The Straight and Narrow

There aren't enough hours in the day, it is true. I don't think our program was designed with actual people in mind, rather machines who need not rest. A few more sketches.
Apparently I look Polish. My ancestry can be traced back to the Free City of Danzig, which is now Gdansk, and part of Poland. It was German back before and during WWII, though. My Grandmother spoke German and was raised with German traditions. Anybody else get a visit from St. Nicholas on Dec 6th? As per tradition, us kids used to leave our shoes by our bedroom doors, and if we were good, he'd leave candy. If we were bad... I usually got coal. I didn't mind though, it was fun to burn anything back then!
I watched a film on Ralph Steadman, on his process work when he was creating the Leonardo bio. He is inspiringly confident in his work, he quite relishes the element of chance. So I drew a loosely Leo-inspired charicature in response.
And hands. Love hands.

Trebuchet

Trebuchet it is. Hello and Welcome to my blog... oh gad. I'm not much of a journal keeper when it comes to words, but I keep a sketchbook on hand, from which will come the subject of future postings. Below are a few pages from the book I carry in my satchel-- the brunt of which are observations made while travelling to and from campus. Ballpoint IS the shit. Enjoy!