Buttnekkiddoodles

Good news at last. Upgraded the camera I use to take pics of my drawings which will mean higher res. For the last year and a half, perhaps more, since my scanner went ka-blooey, I’ve been photographing the drawings with a an i-Pod that while convenient was low res and so the drawings came out a touch fuzzy. Better definition will mean sharper, prettier images with more information so you can better evaluate the tools at work and the paper in use. It’s been too long in coming and I do apologize. I’ll replace the above image of Franz Spohn drawing soon as the new camera is all set up.

Came upon Florika on the way to a catering job in the Loop. About 45 minutes, Pitt Pens, including the Pitt White, and a touch of grease pencil on Strathmore toned paper.

           

Ah slumber. That delicious, irresistible, auto narcotic state that carries us into the arms of Morpheus and his hallucinogenic cinema.

 

 

No Nudes, decided to feature some buildings as I’m preparing for the Chicago Urban Sketching Seminar in June. With the turn in the weather, drawing outdoors became less demanding. Worked on drawings with Pitt Artist Pens, fountain pens, grease pencils,

Depth of Winter, and what a winter it’s been. Got warm dwellings, proper gear, someone else shovels the sidewalks, amenities are all a short walk from the crib, and the view of the weather from my living room has been operatic. After a busy Fall on the road and a grueling month of moving to my current home, I’m settling in  to a gob of reading and trying to pick up the pace on drawing. Love the Michelin Man quality of so much winter wear and feeling a need to work on anatomy studies for upcoming work. It’s been eons since I made a body of paintings so with 2 velvets stretched and more on the way I’m trying to kick my arse into gear after a long period of hibernating. Put the clowns to bed long enuff, time for reveille.

                      

Usual suspects in materials: Pitt Pens, grease pencil, ledgerbooks, fountain pens.

Vintur ist icummin in, lowdly sing the thrush. It’s here for real. Maintaining a regular practice of catching scenes and studies in public, in coffee shops, eateries, and on public transit systems.

            

Man, while I love the Southwest and south and central California, I have to live somewhere where snow is a winter feature. Even if it is wickedly cold as has been the case here in Chicago this year. One of the more brutal winter’s in the 15 years I’ve made my residence in the Midwest. I have a super warm and cosy apartment and I know how to dress for it even though I damn near lost my dick to frost bite one night while tromping for 20 blocks in 20 below zero weather. Last time I head out with boxers on. But the weather here has been beautiful and the feeling of living on the edge of climatic habitability gives one a sublime sense of the amazingly special place in this Universe we call home. Don’t know if y’all are getting a little bored with the usual drawing tools and predictable line quality, but I have been thinking about changing to bristle brushes or something a little bolder. Platinum Carbon ink in fountain pens, and Pitt Artist Pens in one of my favorite ledgerbooks to date.