Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawing. Show all posts

Thursday, June 23, 2022

Alexander McCall Smith’s inlet, Argyle

Billy Collins often asks us to write about what we’re doing and to post it on his poetry broadcast thread. This morning, I woke up thinking I was in Oban, of all places, I haven’t been there in years! and so I did a quick sketch of Alexander McCall Smith’s inlet near Argyle from a video he had posted, with friends singing an alfresco Jubilate Deo in the gloaming. My good drawing pencils and watercolor set were in the car, far away, but I happened to have nearby, an odd jumble of prismacolor pencils in a baggie I was planning to give away. I was desperately trying to finish a complicated multi-year Cal Arts Council Artists in Schools grant due at midnight, my head was a slaughtered pumpkin, I was working off the arse-end of a four-day migraine, and was flummoxed by the Covid/community access questions, and this wee drawing was my one lone procrastination distraction that I allowed myself. I tucked in, and got the blasted grant in on time. An odd solstice gift. Sometimes you just have to find the time to waste a little time. And sometimes the best art supplies (or camera) are the ones you have on hand. And yes, I did post it on Sandy’s Facebook page. No comment was the loud reply.


Monday, November 1, 2021

Fasciated bananas (photos, drawing) (Florida journals)


La sonreia de los bananas. Yesterday Ana, the good care provider, brought me a large bunch of bananas from her garden. I think they’re bananas, but they could be platanos. Yesterday I bought what I thought were small bananas at the store, they turned out to be tiny platanos. Ugh. Bitter in the mouth. Ana brought me 15 bananas, and one is a double, so 16. Fasciation. Fascinating.


Friday, May 7, 2021

San Geronimo Valley Spring Arts virtual art show, painting, drawing, photo


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The 31st Annual ‘It’s Virtually Spring’ Virtual Art Show. You can view this year's incredible work to SGVCC Instragram and Facebook accounts. You can also visit the online gallery here:

I can’t believe that I was dropped from the SGVCC Spring Art Show, an oversight. Larry was very apologetic, but it’s the second time this has happened. As an elder arts promoter, I managed to get both Barbara Scott and Sam Fisk to enter pieces. I made three triptyches of Barbara’s art, so she had 9 pieces total. She works in threes, so they looked great. Sam and I went to the Immersive Van Gogh exhibit and a created a paint night afterwards, so both our paintings were from that experience. I did a riff on Van Gogh’s Sunflowers 22x24”. The stabilo pencil drawing is of Elephant Mountain, Nicasio 9x6”. And the photo is of Chileno Valley.

Sunday, April 19, 2020

SEXING THE GENDER OF BELL PEPPERS (drawing)



(found poem)

Flip the bell pepper on end
to reveal its gender.
Count the shiny orbs.
If it has four, it’s female,
full of seeds, but sweeter,
better for eating raw.
If it has three humps, it’s male,
best saved for the stewing pot.

4/19/20

Sunday, December 23, 2018

Black Mountain after the fire (colored pencil drawing)




Feeling more than a little blue today, so I drew yet another view of Elephant, or Black Mountain....it kept me in the present tense. This view is from a hike I took with my cousin on Olema Ridge, to the old McIsaac Ranch, Point Reyes. We went to see the extent of the fire damage on Mt Barnabe, and this was behind my left shoulder—I actually gasped. It took me by surprise to see it so close, and from this angle. So sensual, so stark. From a photo I took in September—before the relationship shit began hitting the fan.

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Elephant Mountain & fog, (colored pencil drawing)



Elephant Mountain in fog, colored pencil. Still learning the blending and layering process. Yes, I’m working in a series, I took lots of photos in September, and am using them as models as a backlog. so I’ll keep using them until I’ve figured it out. Electronically enhanced plein air painting—er, drawing. I prefer to paint, but I don’t have my art supplies. Quickie sketch below was done after the above drawing. I was explaining the concept of landscape layers and triangular shapes to a very young artist.



Sunday, December 2, 2018

East of the Laguna, (colored pencil drawing)




Before/after Christo. But it’s really all about the sky. Learning as I go. Apparently you can blend wax pencils with a tortillon, a clear wax pencil, or paint thinner. I accidentally discovered that blendability here by layering colors. I’m using my old stabillo pencil to block out the hills and shadow. I love its waxiness—but it’s also water soluble. May make for instability later. Not happy with the foreground, it looks unfinished, so I may try using thinner and then layering it—if the paper will hold. This is why you’re supposed to use good paper....

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Oak, Laguna de Santa Rosa, (colored pencil drawing)


 

Same walk, same place. A combo of two photos! Seeking composition and color on an otherwise dreecht and dreary day. I didn’t investigate the other side of the tree, so I don’t know if it bent over, or if it lost its top long ago. Not sure if I like this one, and I tweaked my back making it, sitting too long in one place, so I’m not sure if I’m up for another....waiting for Advil to do its magic.

Friday, November 30, 2018

Laguna de Santa Rosa, (colored pencil drawing)



My first real outing using colored wax pencils. Learning as I go. Not having the right paper may prove a challenge. It’s all about that bend in the road leading you ever on. Following the shores of the old laguna bed—reduced to that line of trees in the distance. Soon, winter floods will restore some of the memory of that ancient lakebed. 

I need a dry place to store a closet’s worth of art supplies—mostly for teaching—plus a few boxes of books would be grand. I miss not having my art supplies nearby—even if I rarely use them.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Memorial flowers, Penelope la Montagne, drawings


When it came to writing a memoir about Penelope, no words came, just these two drawings.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

No Egrets, drawing (art) 2014


No egrets. No yeller feet either. It's a drawing from a photo I chose in Prathro Serrano's class at the CPITS retreat last weekend. I didn't write the poem. Didn't have the heart to add words to my drawing. He's backwards, in that if I was drawing fro real life, I'd choose a bird facing the other way. It's a handed thing. What feels right. So I was out of my comfort zone drawing him to the left. I suppose I could've transposed him. I've a mind like that. The walleyed ability to see two different directions at once. He had black legs and feet. I love the silly yellow feet of our native snowy egrets—they use them as bright decoys to shuffle out small fish resting in the shallows. We used to call them cattle egrets as they'd hitch rides on the backs of cows in pasture. I remember being so bored watching them at Audubon Canyon Ranch—everybody being all hush-hush and whispery like we were in church watching birds preening and flapping their wings in the treetops—but I am glad now for the experience. My grandmother had a hat decorated with egret plumage that she wore to church on Sundays. Back in the 1970s, I used to work for Alice Kent at Western Star Press, selling glossy prints of egrets to raise money for the Audubon Canyon Ranch, and tarot cards for the Aquarian Age. Funny, when I see them now, I am in a church of sorts.

Monday, October 8, 2012

John Tchikai 1936-2012 (drawing/photo)

John Tchikai
April 28, 1936 — October 8, 2012 Remembering John Tchicai. RIP jazzman. Glad to have known you all these years.

I don't remember when I did this drawing. I think it’s of of John, I was with Ken Bullock. We had dinner at Ken's parents' place in Inverness, and we also went to a couple of John's concerts, in Davis, and Stern Grove in SF. Ken said the drawing definitely looks like John, but John didn’t play a brass instrument. Maybe I never finished the drawing, adding the brass mouthpiece later instead of a tenor sax mouthpiece.

John Tchikai & poet David Gitin in Half Moon Bay, 1996. Ken Bullock photo

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

My drawing album on Facebook

Few people know my training is in the visual arts. I love bold contour line and sculptural light. A car accident in 1997 put me in front of a lot of flowers and since I couldn't do much else but sit around for about a year (and heal), I drew a lot of flowers. I used to think that cutting edge artists didn't draw flowers or landscapes, only Sunday painters, and here I was a SMTWThFS flower painter. The only edges I was cutting were my nails as everything hurt. So I drew, and drew and drew until I got it. I also work in the schools teaching art to kids, so many of the drawings are quickies I've done in class. There are a few landscapes as well. I try to imbue them with energy because that's how I see landscape—alive, like a tawny beast. But I prefer to work from real life as the human eye can see far more than the camera lens. The only exceptions are the Scottish landscapes. They’re from calendar images. The fish and butterflies that have crept into this album are, for the most part, on the spot 2-minute teaching drawings I did in class. They all serve to inform me.

From a Facebook post. See all the drawing folder here. They’re also scattered throughout this blog, click on the tags below. Drawings dredges up a different collection than the tag drawing, etc.