Buttnekkiddoodles

Man, that was rip-snortin’ good fun.  I dug the look and feel of Portland and couldn’t have been surrounded by a warmer and more supportive group of folks. The skill level of presenters and attendees was very high, just go to Urbansketchers.com and take in all the postings to get a sense of things.

Went to Union station with Isabel Fiadeiro’s group for some very rapid studies. Very few of those passing in and out held still for long. Did this faint blue study of an old guy that kept changing his position and even moved up and down the bench, very fidgety, as if he was uneasily aware I was observing him. So, besides liking the drawing I did of him cause I caught his posture in very short order, the drawing feels like a ghostly record of  souls coming and going.

These drawings are from the flight out to Portland and my first day on the ground. An unqualifiably gorgeous city.

This will be my last post of nudes for perhaps a few weeks. I’m heading out to Portland, Oregon to attend the Urban Sketchers Symposium at the Pacific Northwest College Of Art. There I’ll be trekkin’ about the hills of Portland with several dozen others of various disciplines, (architecture, film, animation, landscape architecture, painting, et. al.) to draw, out in public, the various this and that’s and thems and those of Oregons beautiful river metropolis. Click on the link to Urban Sketchers and engorge your eyes on the hundreds on entries and the swarm of talent. You won’t be disappointed. So, for the next 3 weeks I’ll be posting drawings, past and present, done on site in various locales. I may sneak a nude in. My hope is that I’ll be able to talk somebody into posing nude in a public location. Cheers.

I haven’t been to “life” drawing in some weeks, but thought I’d post some drawings from life aboard the CTA Red Line. I’m often asked if people know if I’m drawing them. Well, I think the bespectacled fellow in the second row of the third column caught my glances, brief though they were. And for sure the young lad in the middle of the bottom row knew something was up, cause every time I shot him a glimpse, I was met with a full stare. Not a sharp or defensive one. But he was drawn to me sketching, and his curiosity was unflagging. Mostly folks are oblivious unless they can actually see the page I’m working on. While I was drawing the woman with the plaid headscarf in the upper right, the couple seated behind me were commenting to each other about my drawing. About 3 times the man even rose out of his seat to lean over my shoulder for a better look. Once, while drawing in the Bargello, in Florence, Italy, I had a French tourist practically rest his chin on my shoulder, ocassionally turning his face towards mine. If I’d waxed the tips of my moustache into little points, he’d have gotten one up his nostril. I focused on drawing and gave him not the slightest indication I was aware he was hovering like a humming bird at a feeder. Since I’m taking note of those around me I feel I’m fair game to watch. I do make an effort to be discreet or sly and try to avoid making someone feel like a field mouse being targeted by a swooping owl.
The dude with the spikey hair and sideburns in the second row of the first column, is a composite figure. I began with the eye and nose of one guy only to have him rise and get off at the very next stop. Another fellow took his seat and I resumed drawing by fusing his hair, ear, and lower facial features to the previous commuter.
In the near future, as soon as I settle on a shipping method and payment or escrow account, I’ll post specific images that will be for sale. That info will most likely be listed at the top after “Contact Don” or “My Work”. Ciao.