Category Archives: History

TMNT Power

I have a confession: probably one of my largest influences for becoming an artist is the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  I’m talking the total package: comic, film, and cartoon.

When I was about 9 and living in Puerto Rico, my brother and I were totally obsessed.  We wandered around chanting the theme song ( “Heroes in a half shell – turtle power!” ), and I usually wanted to be Donatello.  Plus, DUDE, they’re named after ARTISTS, how cool is that??!

The Turtles were like regular teenage boys; they loved pizza and skateboards and spoke like true Cali surf boys with sayings such as “Dude!” and “Cowabunga!”.  Their master was a giant rat named Splinter, and their arch-nemesis was a creepy guy named Shredder.

Like most kids, I spent my allowance money on comics: Archie, Betty & Veronica, Cracked, MAD Magazine, Ralph Snart Adventures, and, of course, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

One day, while laying on the floor of a laundromat as my dad did laundry, I was studying one of my TNMT comics and copying the art.  I was really struggling with this drawing, because I was trying to copy the sewer lid in the street scene.  I kept drawing it over and over, but it remained a simple circle:

Then, suddenly:

Holy crap!  I had just taught myself the correct perspective of the sewer lid!  It was a total AHA! moment, and I still remember it to this day.

Later, the TMNT film came out.  Oh. My. God.  My brother and I flipped out.  A live-action movie?  Our VHS cassette surely almost melted from repeated watching.

There was one scene in particular that really caught my attention: as the Turtles and April O’Neil hide in a woodland farmhouse while Raphael recuperates from an attack (this sentence sounds absolutely ridiculous), she sketches a couple of the Turtles in color pencil.

April is shown sketching this Donatello drawing, which is superimposed over the real scene.

And again, with a drawing of Leonardo.  You can see where Leo’s leg has been repositioned.

WHOOOAAAAAAA…..My 9-year-old mind was blown.  I remember thinking, I wanna DO THAT.  I want to draw, just like that!

And I did.  I drew a lot.  I drew characters from the Looney Tunes, I drew the Little Mermaid, and yeah, I drew Taz, like a thousand times.  Once, a classmate asked me to draw a bunch of Taz fliers for their student campaign promotion.  I had drawn the dude so many times that I could draw from memory, and I whipped those fliers out like I was a copy machine (which….uh…would have been easier).

And I drew the Turtles.  Because nothing perfects an artist’s hand-eye coordination better than obsessively copying your favorite characters.

So, thanks, TNMT.

Shave and a Haircut, Toupée

New York: Photographs 1850-1950, by Bejamin Blom, was quite a find at a mere $4.99 from the Goodwill store.  About 30 seconds after opening the book, I had to run and grab a pad of Post-Its so I could begin marking the pages of interest.

Documenting NYC during times which are long since gone, this photographic journal is rich in history, architecture, culture, and style.  It is the latter upon which I will be focusing for your viewing pleasure: the growth of an American city populated by gents in hats and mustachios & ladies in corsets and  gowns.

Dapper mustachio #1.

 

Dapper mustachio #2.

 

Native American Immigrants.

 

At the ballroom.

 

Cigars and mink stoles, I’m sure.

 

Just hanging out with the local street vendor dude.

 

Hangin with my ladies, in lady hats and suits.

 

PLEASE TIME WARP ME

 

Scrapin’ up change from the hidden recesses of her fur coat.

 

I doubt there’s any flip-flops in this crowd.

 

It is strange that I wouldn’t mind dressing in the duds of these boys?

 

Bearded men in Portland New York City.

 

Self-defense, for the Ladies.

 

One of my faves: hanging at the bar, after the repeal of Prohibition.

Ahhhh….and here we are now, back in 2011.  The images featured here are just a sliver of what’s contained in this heavy volume.  There are stories of the immigrants, of women’s suffrage, of horse & carriage, of baseball.  This wonderful book will rest on our shelf, visited again and again for reference material.  Or the occasional time warp.

Making Marks

Waaaaay back in the day, when I decided to return to college while living in Arizona, I decided it would be smarter to spend a few years at Community College.

It was a smart decision.  I saved a ton of money, and I actually learned some pretty valuable things in the art classes I took.

If you are thinking about going to art school, here’s what I suggest:

 

Take all the crap that you don’t want to take, but is required for your degree, at community college.  I took all my Math, Science, & English classes there.  Do you really want to pay hundreds of dollars per credit hour for those subjects when all you really want to do is doodle/paint/design?

 

Know that it’s going to suck, and deal with it.

 

To save your sanity, always, ALWAYS take at least one art class.

 

Even though it is not a formal art school, take the assignments in your class seriously.  You’d be surprised at how valuable they are later on.

 

Numerous still life drawings (**SHUDDER**) : necessary.

 

Bring music and headphones.  This helps when you actually want to work on an assignment in class, and your fellow students are talking about how their favorite thing “is, like, sneezing”.

 

These classes are cheap, yo.  Take the opportunity to sign up for a class you wouldn’t normally take at art school.  I took sculpture.

 

In one class, 2-D Design, we were regularly given project assignments that would make the class groan.  I’ve kept many of these projects, and in retrospect I realize that grunt-work-like assignments are SO GOOD for awkward, naive art students.

For this project, we were required to make different markings on 100 cards.  What?!?!  A HUNDRED??  All different?!?

You know, it wasn’t that bad.  Here we go:

Yeah.  That’s a lotta marks.

We weren’t given much instruction as far as presentation of the cards, so I just put my collection together in a ghetto-fabulous book comprised of glue, string, duct tape, and butcher paper:

And I titled it, “Le Book de Rectangle Art”.  ???????  I don’t know.

If I were an art teacher, I would totally give this assignment to my students.  I would probably enjoy their reluctant groaning, too.  Then I would say something like, “It builds character”.

What were the assignments that you fondly remember/wish never happened?

 

 

 

Goodbye, 2010

Remember 2009?  Man.  That year sucked.  Like really sucked.  However, 2010, you were goods.  This year found me taking out the trash, lighting it on fire, then stomping on the ashes.  I threw out all my bad apples.  I also found my best drawing buddy, a miraculously GOOD apple.

In the Illustration world, like most anything, accomplishments are managed in small steps.  I worked hard this year to slowly increase the growth of my career, and I’m quite happy with the progress I made.

The top highlights of this year include:

1. This dude. Thanks for making this year so dang good.

 

2. And, this dude.

 

3. Getting published in the paper.

 

4. All my wonderful commissions from this year.  Thanks to those of you who thought of me when it came to choosing an artist for your special projects.

 

5. Becoming official, and creating an identity for myself.

 

6. Getting the foundation work underway for an Illustrated book, The End of This & That.

 

7. A tropical vacation in October.

 

8. Autumn bike rides.

 

9. The visits I made with my awesomely creative friends.  I hope this next year I’ll be able to conduct many more studio visits.

 

10. Launching Eagle & Wolf, the first collaboration project I’ve ever done.

And for 2011, I’m starting off with a !BANG! – with the opening of my next solo show.  On Wednesday, January 5th, I will be here, with good friends, sharing the new works I’ve been hustling over the last few months:

So, peace out 2010.  You were a good one.  Happy New Year to everyone out there in Internets Land, I wish you all a productive and happy 2011.  Thanks for reading!

 

 

 

 

 

Right Vs. Left

I am hosting a lovely out-of-town friend for a bit and trying to enjoy the day or two of summer Portland randomly graces us with, so I haven’t been able to draw much lately.  Here are some random images I have hanging in my studio to inspire me.

Homunculi (hyena), by Claire Cowie

Black Crocs, by Dianne Kornberg

I picked up both of these postcards while visiting the Elizabeth Leach Gallery on a First Thursday.

Here is a self-portrait I drew a couple years ago:

I am right-handed.  After completing this portrait, I decided to experiment with using my left hand for drawing, and thus completed this second self-portrait:

I found this experiment to be quite scary.  While making the second drawing, my brain kept telling my hand to make a line a certain way, and my hand wouldn’t listen.  It was incredibly frustrating.

The late and great Frank Frazetta, who passed away this May, had a series of strokes which forced him to use his left hand for the remainder of his career.  While the thought of losing the ability to draw with my right hand is terrifying, I think many artists can relate to this sort of dedication.  The love affair I have with my art would simply drive me to spend hours training my left hand to draw.

Georgie O’Keefe, after her vision started to wane in her later years, turned to sculpture to burn up that creative energy.  Frida Kahlo (above), after a bus accident left her bed-ridden for some time, hung her canvases over her bed and painted in a reclined position.  It is this kind of drive and passion that I can relate to.  What drives you?

-LW

Geek Love

While I continue my illustration work on the book, here are a couple drawings I did based on another book.

Geek Love is a book written by Portland-based author Katherine Dunn.  This book was required reading for one of my art classes.  Haven’t read it?  I highly recommend it.  Twisted, strange, and disturbing, this book is about a family of circus performers, also known as “Geeks”.

This first drawing is done entirely in pencil.

Here is a second, completed in ink wash, pen, and charcoal:

I know what you’re thinking.  What the hell?  Really, I didn’t even make this up – I mean, I could have, but I didn’t – it’s all in the book.  There is an amazing wealth of interesting and disturbing images that could be based on Geek Love.  I really enjoyed making these little weirdos.  Read it, for realsies!

-LW

Vintage: City Tree & a Short Comic

While I work on drawings that I cannot yet reveal, here’s a little bit of history for you.

This drawing is circa Fall 2007, right when I had moved here to Portland.  My love for ink, brush, and charcoal really began at this time.

Drawn on 11 x 14″ Bristol board, this began as a doodle and ended as a finished piece.

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During this time, I was attending my first semester at PNCA, and taking a class called “Time Arts”.  This class covers all time-based arts – animation, film, performance art (ahhhhhh!!!!!), and sequential art – comics!

Here is the first, and as of yet, only comic I have ever made, Balloon.

During the critique, some of my fellow students found the 8th frame confusing, and I agreed – it’s a bit unclear.  The little blob underneath the girl’s body is her shadow as she slowly floats away, becoming a balloon herself.  Curses!!!  You mean, I’m not perfect?

Also, you can definitely see the Edward Gorey influence in these drawings, as around this time I had been studying his work.

So why haven’t I done anymore comics?

It just ain’t my cup of tea.  I like cramming my narratives with so many quirky little details, in a single shot, rather than having moments dragged on, frame by frame.  Comics are a lot of hard work, and if I were to ever make a graphic novel, I would obsess so much about the quality of each frame that it would take me twenty years to finish one.

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Yes!!!  The DMV, my most favorite place in the world!  I wish I lived there!

Tomorrow Jake & I must venture down there to take care of….well, a lot of things actually.  Which means we’ll be there forever.  How could I not bring my sketchbook?  It’s like a goldmine of people-watching.  I mean, the last time I was there, I saw a grown man crying like a baby.  Alright!!

-LW

Neil Young

As the seasons slowly (very, very slowly) blend into another, I am also transitioning into a new job.  Unfortunately, no, not the dream one, and doubly unfortunately, I must spread my Illustration time even more thinly.  As things change and settle into new places, I must also find new ways to divide my time.

So here’s a throwback for you.

As I tell most people, I’m a Neil Young kind of girl.  I haven’t always been, but certain people in my Arizona fabric of friends helped instill my love for this folky singer, and Decade is still one of my favorite vinyls to throw on the record player.

This piece was an assignment in my Word+Illustration class at PNCA last year.  I vaguely remember the parameters, but I think it had to be based off a photo and include words about the subject.

I used this photo for reference:

Around town in the car, at home in the studio, late nights around the table with friends and some beers, on the long drive from Arizona to Portland, Neil Young has been the soundtrack to many occasions.

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Another random scrapper for you, found in another random place:

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Lastly, this past Sunday was a rad day, because Jake finally got his motorcycle!  The fruition of this long-time obsession only means this summer will be spent mainly on two wheels.

I love classic bikes.  For tons and tons of vintage motorcycle photos, visit my AZ friend Cindy’s blog – she has an endless supply!

-LW

Vintage: 4

Year: 2002

Age: 20

I just discovered a couple of old sketchbooks that I’d forgotten about, and they revealed some drawings that I think really indicate the development of my personal style.

At the time I still had never used a Micron pen.  I was very fond of a certain brand of Pentel pen – one that allowed me to create lines of different weight fairly easily.

Also, I can’t believe this was friggin’ 8 years ago.  Time flies.

I have always been fond of the Twenties.

I had many friends tell me, “this is sad!”.  I never thought so. (2003, actually)

I totally forgot about this one!!

More flashbacks to come later.  I seem to have old forgotten sketchbooks (all incomplete, mind you) everywhere.

-LW

Vintage: 3

Year: 2009

Age: 27

Description: I drew this in my sketchbook about a year ago.  After finishing the line work, I colored the drawing with gouache, then added charcoal.