Buttnekkiddoodles

Trekked my way to the Southwest corner of Michigan for an overnight right on the beach of Lake Michigan’s southeastern corner. Then shot out to the west coast to do workshops and demos in Portland, Eugene, and Seattle. Ran around a bit to much to spend the time encamped with sketchbook in front of any one of a gazillion scenic wonders.

I’m back into fountain pens for the moment, making use of water soluble inks so not always able to fill in with the broad strokes of the Pitt Brush Pens. As a result the drawings are a bit airier.

Just thought I’d throw up an assortment of noggin drawings from life. Some are aware they’re being drawn, most are just doin’ their thing whilst I do mine.

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.