I don’t normally purchase fashion magazines unless I am at the airport. I usually find that they are full of crap. I do enjoy fashion and style, but realistically speaking, I will never drool over a $1,000 boot.
Sometimes, however, the fashion spreads can be inspiring, such as the Bonnie & Clyde theme featured in this month’s Bazaar (see previous post). I am a sucker for all things old-timey and strong female figures.
I did a super quick ink and brush sketch based on these photos.
Well worth the five bucks.
Here is the introductory entry for my Vintage Works series. These will comprise of old sketches, drawings, and projects I have done over the years that will most likely never appear on my portfolio site.
Description: morbid snack break
Here is strange little drawing I did last evening. Well, a little more strange than usual, anyway.
Recently my friend Melody asked me if I would like to write a pet eulogy as part of a class project. I agreed to do so for my former dog, Rascal.
To be clear – Rascal is not dead. He is far from it. I think you will understand once you read the eulogy.
Of my former friend, Rascal:
Once an anonymous stray found running down McLoughlin Blvd., Rascal entered my life as a spunky Jack Russell mix. He possessed fuzzy, wiry hair, neopolitan pink paws, and an endearingly handsome countenance.
Full of abounding energy, Rascal had many talents outside of your standard “sit/shake” variety. These included, but were not limited to: jumping over 6-foot fences, digging holes large enough for a grave, performing Houdini tricks by wrestling out of his harness, turning his nose to a freshly cooked piece of bacon while being pursued, tearing up linoleum flooring, and clawing holes in walls.
Rascal was fond of showing me how much he cared for me. Once, he lovingly clawed the cushions and ate the arm of the couch I had just purchased. He took me on tours of all of my neighbor’s yards; I loved the feelings of humiliation while he ran incessant circles around me. Rascal was also kind enough to eat my favorite pair of boots. On my birthday.
Sadly, we both realized we were not meant for each other, and so our relationship ended. Rascal – wherever you are, I hope you are well, happy, and running as free as you were meant to. You handsome devil.
Yesterday I spent nearly the entire day working indoors, with the sun making rare appearances throughout the day. Good thing I haven’t paid my motorcycle insurance yet; the temptation to ride is especially difficult on a dry, sunny day.
Songwriter/guitarist/singer Morgan Grace came over for a brief sit-down in preparation for a new commission piece I will be working on this weekend.
Later throughout the day I worked on character sketches for the children’s book I’m illustrating, “The End of This and That”, written by Diane Young.
Here are a few of the beginning sketches for the character Miss That:
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