***Temporary Sketchbook Detour***
I began a solo motorcycle trip from Los Angeles on Friday, June 22, 2012, heading north, as far as I'm having fun. I'll be updating my sketchbook with posts from the road, and not necessarily artwork. I'm too beat by the time I'm in camp or in a cheap motel.
I'll continue with the sketches when I get back in a few weeks.
Yeah right! It's been months! I'll get back to it as I finish up some classes and have more time again. Maybe in another month, like in February, 2013.
Monday, October 31, 2011
I used to do illustrated manuscript style art on the edges of my soles of my Converse Chuck Taylors in high school. Maybe this doodling is another extension of that. Not that this resembles illustrated manuscript... Just thinking out loud...
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
I did this one a couple of months ago, after spending some time in a museum looking at Peruvian textiles. Maybe Moche? Yeah. I said textiles. What I mean is some significant robe covered with hundreds of little people and faces, all different, in profile with spears. Other pieces were of stylized birds. I guess if I look at something long enough, it gets engrained.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Here's another one from a meeting. Usually they're pretty representative of my inner workings during the time I spend sitting at the table listening to the agenda. I can and do listen attentively, but I need to keep my pen working. I'm not sure what's happening in this drawing. I intentionally drew the reflected image as a general likeness instead of going for a facsimile copy.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Much of my doodle-type art is influenced by what I've been thinking about, books I've been reading, or what's been going on around me. Other stuff, like this, I have no idea where it comes from. With this stuff, I allow the images to develop on their own. Maybe I channel the content into my drawings from an outside source or entity, or it's from my subconscious, but it's often creepy. What does that say about me? I'm perceptive, psychic, or maybe psychotic deep down? Hmm... I don't know.