Cautioner 2

A friend of mine recently started working at a office supply/art store. He has been meeting a lot of the local artist and has been gleefully exchanging creative tips and enthusiasm. Generously, he gave me a sample of this high end paper he was informed about called Stonehenge. The paper is very smooth with minimal pitting, but grabs pencil wonderfully! Thanks Grimmer.    

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Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

Walt Whitman

I Love Trains!

Ever since childhood trains have always fascinated me. 

Still as an adult I will pull over to watch the trains go by.

 

 A train moving along the tracks in Brandywine, PA

 I was trying to use every means of applying ink to this drawing. 

You can see the use of a pen, brush and the use of a toothbrush to splatter. 

I used a razor blade to scrap out the train tracks.

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Metamorphosis

2 pages of thumbnail sketches

Finish sketch and tonal study

Unused Lead pencil drawing and digital coloring

Left image: A color experiment

Right image: The actual digital layer of the 

coloring of the dragonfly below

Finished art

Left image: The original white pencil on black paper drawing

Right image: My new business card

 

 

 

My new business card, when folded, is the size of the standard business card.
But, also hints at flapping of wings when opened and closed.

Sick Drawing

This is what I looked like when I felt ill.

South Terminal, Boston, MA

    Back in 2004, I was in the Boston Terminal waiting for a bus to take me up to Boothbay, Maine. I left from Philadelphia at 11:00 PM the night before and got into Boston at 8:00 AM. My bus to Maine was not until 2:00 PM. This was a long trip. I had two suitcases and limited funds, so exploring Boston to pass the time was not an option. I was miserable, down on my luck and bored. But, as miserable as I was, I did feel fortunate that I was safe and warm inside from the blistering wind and below zero temperature outside. So, I sat on a bench in front of the staircase leading down to the trains and watched people come and go. To my right was this hobo resting in the warmth of the building, not bothering or begging anyone for a little change. He looked weathered, tired and probably had it a lot worse than I did. There was a sad beauty in this moment of solitude. It was a good thing I drew this sketch quickly, for at 9:00 AM security walked around and kicked him and anyone else out the building who didn’t have a train or bus ticket.