Sunday, February 20, 2011

Sketch #7 Free Thought

I doodle. I doodle when I am on the phone at work. I doodle on my kids (who doesn't like sharpie tattoos?) Why does a doodle look the way it does? This is what happens when I doodle on purpose, in an art book. I wouldn't call it art really, just what a my brain looks like I guess...

Sketch #6 Kason

This is my oldest son Kason. I've always sketched him in caricature. Maybe I should finally illustrate that children's book my wife wrote.

Sketch #5 Self Portrait

This is a exercise in single line drawing. Pretty easy premise. I put pen to paper on the left and didn't pick it up until I finished my signature. I found it was a way to create without feeling creative. Sometimes by just doing and not planning you can come up with some cool stuff. To bad I didn't have a better looking subject.

Shetch #4 (Unfinished)

Such is my life. I began this drawing on January 2nd. I am not going to finish it. I am really good at starting things, like this blog, and horrible at finishing them. However I am not going down quietly this time. Here is my unfinished work. It is a part of my makeup, to not finish things, and I feel like changing that.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Sketch #3

This was an exercise in organic sketching. What started off as a curved line turned into a sketch of a left eye which then became a whimsical plant. I never know which way my mind will take me. I guess it's a good thing I'm not chemically dependent!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Sketch #2


So this is what I get when I sketch next to my wife while she watches the Bachelor. Maybe It's the result of all the snarky comments we were making about those crazy B's...especially that chick that wore vampire fangs. Winner!


Monday, January 3, 2011

Sketch #1


This sketch is of my mom. My dad snapped this in our garden in Southern California house when she was in her early 20's. My mom died of AIDS in 2009 and I miss her every day. She was 54. I find it hard sometimes to remember her face. I have to revisit photographs to remember the details. I wish I could hear her call me Mikey just one more time. I don't think I'll ever get over her being gone.