All charcoal sticks, almost... only a little blood Conte. Wonderfully messy and fun to do. Doing a reverse perspective drawing isn't new to me, but I've often gotten lost in the process and scrapped it because I overcomplicated it. This little face seemed to loom out of the backstage of a nearly darkened theatre and I … Continue reading Theatrical Madness
Shared Lines
What I Learned In Class This Week... Another strange and wonderful homework from my drawing teacher this week. He asked us to create a drawing where all the lines were shared. I guess he saw the completely blank stares of many of my classmates, because he proceeded to explain and draw an example of a … Continue reading Shared Lines
Midnight’s DJ
When I'm driving home late at night, I usually listen to the same DJ on the CBC. Odario Williams, with his deep radio voice and soulful statements about the dark, smoky, and soulful music he plays. It always conjures up the image of the Midnight DJ, alone in his radio station, far away from everything, … Continue reading Midnight’s DJ
Dear Caliban,
Charcoal sticks and coloured charcoal. Simple and spontaneous drawing. When my head suggested adding colour outside the face, I started to see who he was. It's my interpretation of the X-Men character of the same name. I have never known the character to be much of a smiler, but I tend to have smiles on … Continue reading Dear Caliban,
Casualty of War
Charcoal sticks and a little coloured charcoal rubbed over the page, blended, rubbed again, and blended again, then outlined... the end result is filled with pain and anguish. It reminded me of photographs of wounded soldiers, where it was hard to tell if the moment the camera captured was of them immobilized by their pain, … Continue reading Casualty of War
Myself, as a tree
What I learned in class this week... Imagine walking into class; the tables are on the sides and two long stops of brown paper have been taped to the floor. At the head of the class is a table covered in drawing materials. The only instructions we see at this point are signs on the … Continue reading Myself, as a tree
The Collective Unconscious – I don’t know where I get it from anymore…
What I learned from school today... Yesterday, I talked about my process and how it currently misaligns with my ability to be spontaneous. (see I'm Only Spontaneous when...) We had some homework to do from the drawing exercise I spoke of in the article. Punchy The first step was to draw the figure above; a … Continue reading The Collective Unconscious – I don’t know where I get it from anymore…
The Flemish Servant Girl
I am uncertain where I found the original photo for this portrait, but I'm sure the original photo didn't look like a close-up of the Dutch or flemish school painting. Perhaps the style or brushstroke indicative of these schools is all over the fingerprints of the Expressionist style I love so much. What ism or … Continue reading The Flemish Servant Girl
The Elder, Albert; Without A Pipe
First, do you also feel that this gentleman is missing his pipe? I get the feeling his hands might be fidgeting without it. Perhaps it's the feeling that he isn't sitting still, or that his eyes are imploring me to hurry up and finish the drawing, so he can get on with his business. I … Continue reading The Elder, Albert; Without A Pipe
The Early Industrialist
I'm pretty sure this was an early exploration into my artist portraits series. I had decided to capture random faces from old pictures on Google images. I have no clue who this person was, but he reminds me of a face from a 19th century portrait. This might have been before photography was readily available. … Continue reading The Early Industrialist
The New Renaissance Mindset 