Ah yes– sometimes it’s hard to keep up with your planned schedule. This week is turning out to be a bit hectic – art fair! print show! classroom presentation! dentist! baseball game! taxes! – and while I’m keeping up with my drawings, the posting might fall a bit behind.
So here are my drawings for April 3 and April 4, together in one blog post.
April 3 was a late-night, just-before-sleep sketch of the handiest model, our cat Maggie. Miss Maggie is a bit of a wiggle-worm, so things like perspective and relative sizes of head parts got a bit wonky. Although if you cover one of her eyes at a time, it looks more like her.
Maggie does not look pleased with the results.
April 4’s drawing was also an evening affair. Here I play with ink and wash and some of my water-soluble colored pencils. This was fun!
Plus, you should be keeping up with Deb’s poetry postings. Yesterday’s was a gem.
Blessings on Pharoah
Today’s drawing was done first thing in the morning, while I was drinking coffee. I had read the news last night that huge amounts of plastic were found in the stomachs of the 13 sperm whales who beached themselves in Schleswig-Holstein, Germany. And while the cause of death was actually their inability to find the calamari they feed on due to storms at sea, the existence of wads of human waste in their stomachs turned mine.
This is why I pester my young compatriots at work to recycle, recycle, recycle; it’s why, first thing in the morning, I take the copious amounts of plastic and glass out of the trash bins where people left it the night before and put it in the recycling bags. Because maybe my co-workers think it’s inconvenient to walk 3 feet to dispose of their plastic waste properly, but I bet it’s even more inconvenient for the animals with which we share the planet to suffer from eating that waste.
I’ve been meaning for a long time to do some prints about the Pacific gyre. It might be time.
My friend Deb and I were talking the other day about creative work. She felt she wasn’t writing enough; I felt I wasn’t drawing enough. We agreed to challenge each other to do a poem or drawing a day (respectively) for the month of April.
You can read Deb’s poem here: https://debsfewwords.wordpress.com/2016/04/01/the-ninth/
Here’s my drawing for today – a quick ink sketch of the calla lilies growing alongside our porch.
Last weekend I was up in the East Bay to attend the artists’ reception at Collector Art Shop in Berkeley, where I am in a group show (which will be on display through January 28, in case you’re inclined to check it out). I also had a few appointments, which left odd gaps of time in my days. So I took advantage of the situation and visited some of my favorite spots.
Friday morning I went to Brown Sugar Kitchen for my favorite fried chicken and waffles breakfast. This restaurant is right around the corner from where I used to live in West Oakland, and I miss having it near. Best chicken and waffles ever! Across the street there was a new set of murals on the recycling center.
Nice textures when you’re close up.
After which I went down to Middle Harbor Shorline Park down by the Port of Oakland, and had fun taking photos and watching the intricate dance of trucks, containers, and cranes.
A tall set of streetlights take on an alien aspect when seen through a fence.
Evil lurks. A small rusty sign on a fence.
A rusty float just offshore.
Watch out for the soft mud! (Have I ever mentioned that I love hazard graphics? I think it would be a fun job to create them.)
A dredge at work.
A goose among the cranes.
A study in contrasts: a rusty fence against a concrete wall.
The park butts right against the port, and gives a great opportunity to watch all the goings-on there. I couldn’t help but think of all that stuff coming in and out – a supreme example of rampant consumerism and capitalism in all its glory. How much of all this is really necessary???
Still, the port is a fascinating place with its own type of beauty.
¿Dónde está Martín Getsemany Sánchez García?
During a march in Chilpancingo, Martín’s relatives, from Zumpango, Guerrero, carried a large banner with a picture of his. “He is close, loved,” a relative says. “He is the fifth child in a family of eight. He is 20 years old. He is inquisitive, curious. He loves playing soccer and is a Cruz Azul supporter”.
He is also, as pointed out by her cousin, “a boy with a will to keep going forward. That’s why he enrolled in the teaching school”.