Frankie Goes Dancing – The Hollow Ones #38

For those of you old enough to remember them, you will also remember why Frankie Goes To Hollywood was a common guilty pleasure. They were on my daily mix from Spotify today and I started remembering one of their live shows back in the 80s... Lavish light shows full of pastel & neon lasers; sound … Continue reading Frankie Goes Dancing – The Hollow Ones #38

Thespians of Agreement

Actors will always have a special place in my heart and creative expression. They are able to say what we often cannot or dare not. I'm not sure what these two want to say, but they seem to be agreeing on it, whatever it is. Now that I'm looking closer at the smaller face, I'm … Continue reading Thespians of Agreement

The Post-Modern Gender-phillic

I have no apology for this one. I am still an innocent soul open to learning and understanding. It is my positive response to all the amazing discussions and information my fellow art students are sharing with me. I may still be the old white guy in the room, but I'm more and more open … Continue reading The Post-Modern Gender-phillic

Old Man Facing The Wind

I was in need of filling a little time and didn't feel like getting dirty with charcoals, so I sat on a bench not far from this older businessman. He was enjoying the breeze and sunshine on his face. Well, that's what I think he was doing and probably what it would have looked like, … Continue reading Old Man Facing The Wind

Hellish Hair

Ok, this one may be more imitation than inspiration... well, I'm not sure. I was looking at charcoal drawings and saw someone make a portrait of some guy with messy hair. It followed closely after some stupid fashion ad on Instagram of people with "stylishly messy hair". Anywho... the drawing was done in a more … Continue reading Hellish Hair

Fading Memories

Ghost or fading photograph? You decide. The dust of time is blowing across this sweet girl of centuries past. Her clothes give us a hint of where and when, but there must be more to her story. Who was she? Who loved her and who did she love? I once heard that when we see … Continue reading Fading Memories

But A Reflection…

A reflection, yes, but of what? Is the subject looking at himself and seeing what the mirror reveals of his soul, or something else? Perhaps he sees in the eyes of his interlocutors what they see of him: a strange, dark, and compelling interest. The image appears blurry until one squints at it and then … Continue reading But A Reflection…

A Serious Fellow

I'm really loving charcoal sticks! can you tell? They are deliciously messy and sloppy, but allow me to express so much more atmosphere. The figure comes alive on the page. He is no longer just a portrait of some creepy Victorian gent. He has become the tragic protagonist of an Edgar Allen Poe novel. Seemingly … Continue reading A Serious Fellow

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

It Is As It Was

The expression is very matter-of-fact and I have no clue what I was thinking when I drew it. It's an old drawing I just found in a sketchbook I wanted to recycle for a new class. What amazes me is the alertness of the face and the amount of expression that only a few lines … Continue reading It Is As It Was