On Tuesday afternoon I visited Pacific Northwest College of Art, my old stomping grounds the first few years I was in Portland. While roaming these halls I learned a few good things about art, before quietly withdrawing and striking out on my own.
It’s always a little strange to go back, but this time was even more surreal. I was scheduled to meet with Kurt Hollomon’s pre-college summer class, a group consisting of about twenty high school students. I gave a brief “lecture” about “making arts” and showed them my “work” (air quotes heavily abused here). It was a bit of a coming-full-circle moment.
All joking aside, I hope I was able to impart some useful information, as I clearly remember what it was like being a highly impressionable and shy art student. And, in the not-so-distant past, a broke, struggling, frustrated Art School dropout. Oh my – there was MUCH to be learned.
Post talk we gathered in the classroom and drew portraits in our sketchbooks. At first we all drew Abe Lincoln, then Kurt handed out different portraits to reference from a large binder.
I managed three quick ink sketches. Without my usual arsenal of tools, I worked with just a Micron and a slightly too large flat brush. I think the limitations produced some interesting results.
Ol’ Honest Abe
Unknown Author with a Great Face
Keep on drawin’, kids!