sketching

scraps, leftovers, remains: the creative mind

Here are some creative experimental sketches. One pose, one pen, I call it (left). One pen, curved or straight line (right). And then an interpretation of negative space (bottom). 

Rendered in the AM. Woke to this article. Inspire. Be inspired. Do.

I remember old college days of darkroom photography when a lightbox was a lifeblood to shooting "Chrome" (and that is not a Google reference). Now the light box is broken (this one in the middle image), left in the back of a theater, and uncovered. I still have a relic like this in my studio. My daughter likes to turn off the lights, turn it on, and look at my old slides on it. The reversal film DOES look like little jewels against the box. (Sigh: the old days of analog photography.....)

three (1/2) jobs + a state of creative state of mind.

The work-life balance with three (1/2) jobs and a family offers little free time. I continue working this week on an anthology of essays and a social commentary short, as well as a graphic essay/short story. 

I still find reading graphic novels as part of my "work research" these days. Some of my favorites on the nightstand now.

Lucy Knisley "The Age of License"

Demetri Martin "Point This at Your Face: Drawings"

Ros Chast "The Party, After You Left"

More words, ink, and sweat! And I should say, I love all three (1/2) jobs. Awesome hodge lodge of a creative life. (Note: The 1/2 job is running. It's a must-do.)

sketching works in effect. out takes of "working hands."

sketching works in effect. out takes of "working hands."

I rarely shoot images while running. But it felt needed on this day. Much gratitude for such an expansive view and healthy life.... New shoes , better pace. Who knew? They're moving and working for me....as of right now. Training for the next race. 

I rarely shoot images while running. But it felt needed on this day. Much gratitude for such an expansive view and healthy life....New shoes, better pace. Who knew? They're moving and working for me....as of right now. Training for the next race. 

staying away from the curtain

The cabin has no curtains. Wolf pack, get a load of all this. Wet head out of shower. Morning hair tucked under Burton beanie. Yoga pants + leg warmers. What a treat. An artist needs time to hear the onslaught of creative whispers worth mapping out. I once heard an artist say, Don't look behind the curtain (i.e., don't get bogged down in what others are doing). Keep doing what you're doing no matter what. Here I go.

A little space to call a haven for...something...paltry sketches, I suppose, and other maneuvers of spirited quests. No complaints here. A mouse friend likes tea here, too, I found out. We said hello one morning in the kitchen.

flashback: a banter on temperature

He builds a fire. We're in the high wilderness. Haven't seen anybody. Sun is almost down.
"It's going to get cold tonight, uh?" I say.
"Yip."
We're at 10,000 feet.
"Aren't you cold?" I ask him.
Him: wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt standing on one side of the fire.
Me: wearing layers, hands deep in my pockets, and standing on the other side of the fire.
"I'm tired of you being cold," he says.
"I'm tired of you being hot," I say.
We both look in silence at each other. Smile.

To my surprise: he heated up this rock + stuck it into my mummy bag for a good night's sleep of warmth. Awesome hot rock therapy!

Little that I Need

Teton Boulder Project


Objects in the grass on top of a blanket: sandwich, lemonade, Diet Coke, climbing shoes, chalk bag, sketchbook, collection of pens

Results: suffering fingers from trying new boulder problems, sketching of the Teton mountain climbers' memorial, finishing the lemonade + Diet Coke, meeting my guy on the blanket 

Conclusion: packing up + walking to dinner

Memorial to the mountaineers lost in the Tetons. Slabs of beautiful granite upright.