Tagged: Drawings

 
Grabbed a sketch between bites.

Drawn at Cupitol with fountain pen and Pitt Artist Pens on a Stillman & Birn sketchbook.

 

“Stuart could not believe his luck. At a time when he most needed to hide (in plain sight, no less) from his enemies & the authorities (the lazier & clumsier of the two), the pandemic & the obliging mandates kept him masked up & out in public.
  Unable to pull a Ted Kaczynski in a rustic hideout dug into the cleavage of some red neck mountain range, too vain to forego Michelin star meals & haute couture tailoring, & too claustrophobic to hunker down for endless months in an apartment dependent on the lowest common denominator of restaurants willing to home deliver; he would live a near normal life behind a face cape, exposed just nose bridge to brow.
  Among the upscale streets of Chitown’s Gold Coast & Mag Mile, where you’re likely to trip over an august geezer draped in the showroom offerings of Armani, Tom Ford, Prada, or Zegna & topped with $2,000 Optimo fedoras, he could venture out daily. Even talk to strangers, in between sneaking sips of espresso at any of the dozen cafes he treasured.
  But today, at perhaps his preferred roastery, something of note, a troubling note, occurred. He caught the eye of an artist. A capable one with a penchant for detail. Not only had Stuart been captured in his favorite fedora, standing at the marble & tile counter, thereby giving a close approximation of his height, the background drawing pegged him in the exact cafe. One head study didn’t suffice, the page contained three. Matters were made more grave as two head studies of him, a profile of his left side, & a 3/4 rear view of his right, contained explicit features. A mole just behind & beneath his right ear was cause for concern enough, though men of his age were polka dotted with warts & moles & and garlands of age spots. It was the left profile that froze Stuart. There, in the middle of his head, acting as an anchor to the black mask he depended on to protect his identity, was his large ear. The one with the lobe that had been split when a diamond earring had been ripped by a thug sent to collect on a debt. That memento to reckless behavior had been left unrepaired. As a reminder. Now, it spoke to him again.
 “I don’t mean to intrude, but you are very talented.” Stuart infused his words with just enough grace.
“Oh, thank you.”
“Do you do that for a living?”
“Well, not much of one, but, yes.”
“What do you do with your drawings?”
“These? I usually just post ‘em online.”
The artist’s hand hadn’t stopped.
“Do you ever sell them? I should like to buy that one in particular. It’s quite….arresting.”
“Well, I usually don’t sell these as they’re drawn on both sides of the page.” The page was flipped to show another cafe scene. “Plus”, he said looking up from the book,”I’m going to publish these  soon. So, I’m holding onto all of these till the book designer & I make the final selection.”
Stuart’s emotions were as Grey as his eyes.
Something would have to be done about the sketch, or, the sketcher. Should he post his handiwork, it would draw the unerring eye of his pursuers.
 
Drawn on a #stillmanandbirn sketchbook with fountain pen and Pitt Artist Pens.

 
Off to the Heart of The Rust Belt, Cleveland, for to make videos. Awaiting my flight out from Chicago, I had plenty of time to draw a very settled in gent by the departure gate.

  

Also swung by the amazing Cuyahoga County Soldiers’ & Sailors’ Monument.
Drawn with fountain pen and Pitt Artist Pens on #stillmanandbirn sketchbook.

 
Took some pics of the crazy patterns and calligraphy the repair crews made by drizzling hot tar on the cracks in the street. Presumably to seal damage from snow plows and to prevent further damage after water freezes and expands in the cracks. I called this Cleveland Calligraphy and Hot Tar Script.

 

So I make a habit of drawing statues and in light of the ongoing discussion of the role & purpose of commemorative statues, I’ve documented some controversial pieces.
Today I finally decided to head to the Gen. Philip H. Sheridan Monument at the north end of Chicago’s Lincoln Park at Belmont Ave and Sheridan Ave. That statue was created by sculptor Gutzon Borglum, more about him later. My girlfriend was reluctant to accompany me but did so any how. More on that later.
The early years of the Civil War were not going well for the USA and Pres. Lincoln was often frustrated in finding commanding generals who in his words,”would fight.” Eventually he found and promoted three who had the knack for battle. Grant, Sherman, and Sheridan. Chicago has paid homage to these gentlemen in the naming of many locations and features. Lincoln Ave, Lincoln Park in which there is an equestrian statue of Gen. Grant, Grant Park wherein Lincoln’s statue can be found, Sheridan Ave, beside which stands Sheridan’s equestrian statue at the Belmont intersection. Just south of Chicago in Frankfort, a marker denotes the approximate burial place of Sherman’s famous warhorse, Sam.
Much attention has been drawn to the statues, parks, boulevards, and buildings, most erected long after the Civil War, honoring Confederate soldiers and statesman. I went to John H. Reagan High School in Austin, Texas, the former treasurer of the Confederacy. It has only recently had it’s named changed.
But let’s have a look at who some of the celebrated figures of the North were. Let’s take Philip H. Sheridan for starters. He was the North’s most successful Calvary officer, an equal to his famous Confederate counterpart, J.E.B.Stuart. It can be said that both men had a taste for combat. Sheridan employed scorched-earth tactics in the war including destruction of economic infrastructure and was instrumental in forcing Gen. Lee’s surrender at Appomattox.
After the war, Sheridan was appointed head of the Military Division of the Missouri to “pacify the Plains.” He applied his usual vigor unleashing the brutal talents of another Calvary officer known for his zeal, one George Armstrong Custer. Sheridan approved of the rampant slaughter of Bison as a means to starve out the native tribes of the Plains saying,”Let them kill, starve and sell until the Buffalo is exterminated”. Sheridan is also famous for his quip to Comanche Chief Tosawi that ,”The only good Indian he ever saw was a dead Indian.” That quote was the reason Giamila declined to go with me while I drew Sheridan. She relented when I assured her I would give a frank account of his record.
Sheridan was also sent to oversee the protection of Yellowstone Park and prevent the destruction of natural formations and wildlife and personally organized opposition to developers desire to sell off Park lands. Yellowstone’s Mt. Sheridan bears his name in tribute to his role in the Park’s development.
During the Great Chicago Fire of 1871, Sheridan was not only brought in to maintain order but utilized the bombing of certain structures to limit the spread of the fire in South Chicago. Hence some of the gratitude of the city of Chicago and Illinois, a state which lost 31,000 men fighting to preserve the Union.
Now as promised, more on the sculptor who created this memorial, one Gutzon Borglum. If his name doesn’t ring a bell, you’re most certainly familiar with his grandest work, the massive granite heads of presidents Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and Roosevelt in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Yup, Mount Rushmore. That Gutzon Borglum. Before that, he got his first crack at large scale sculpture and mountain carving with a commission to honor Confederates Jefferson Davis and Generals Lee and Stonewall Jackson offered to him by the United Daughters of the Confederacy. In addition to those gentlemen he agreed to include a Ku Klux Klan altar in his plans for the memorial to acknowledge a request of Helen Plane in 1915, who wrote him:”I feel it is due to the KKK that saved us from Negro domination and carpetbag rule, that it be immortalized on Stone Mountain”. Ah Americans and their tricky history.
Clearly, Sheridan was a determined individual present during crucial times in our history and certainly a figure of mixed reputation. The most important dialogue before us is who are we as a nation and how do we move into the future with a clear eyed look to become a cohesive, cooperative society built on dignity, respect and honesty and capable of solving the immense challenges before us.
If this means we remove honorariums to figures whose exploits remind some of our citizens of their injury and sacrifice, or display those memorials in an institution with full context, that should be a doable task in fulfilling our obligation to our creed that all men are created equal 

 

Drawn with #fabercastellusa Basic Black Leather fountain pen and F-C Pitt Artist Pens including Pitt Big Brush White on Stillman & Birn Nova Series Beige sketchbook.

 

Week 4 at The Human Anatomy Lab and my subject was the same cadaver Virginia Ferrante-Iqbal has been continuing to dissect. Now laying face up with the skin and subcutaneous fat removed from the left side, it is a dramatic demonstration of how thick those layers were. Virginia commented on how heavy and difficult to lift the tray was that contained the removed skin and fat.

I again showed up without the ideal color selection, thus the muscles wound up appearing too brownish in my drawing. Pitt Artist Pens on Toned paper.

The Dissection Continues

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