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

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Urban Manitou

He was meant to be an amalgam of Golem and some Japanese forest spirit hiding in the dark corners of my mind. The Manitou, as I understand it is an amazing transformation spirit animal. As this one is at least partly human, I felt the forest spirit had become an urban one. This one is … Continue reading Urban Manitou

Theatrical Madness

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

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,

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

Right Through You

Using only conte on this black paper remains an interesting challenge. Mainly as the key, for me at least, is to remember to apply light touches as I use the colours and then blend repeatedly. The pretty girl has caught you staring at her and isn't amused. She gives you the devil stare that challenges … Continue reading Right Through You

Deep, Philosophical Sadness

The sadness is mostly in the eyes for this guy, and maybe I took the easy road to connecting the feeling of his being philosophical, because of the beard. The funny thing is that the image that inspired this one was most definitely not Sophocles. Regardless of the source material, something inside me was coming … Continue reading Deep, Philosophical Sadness

Contemplating A Darkness

Something deliciously evil just came over this guy's mind and we are witnessing the beginning of the smile of awareness, as well as the subtle shadow that is growing from the right side of his face. He is looking right at you with a secret knowing. What did you ask him to get this look? … Continue reading Contemplating A Darkness

Myself, or My Brother

I was recently asked about a hand painted perfecto I made about thirty years ago and it got me digging through old pictures of it for the inquirer. While digging I found a small stash of pictures of myself and my brother, Wayne, when we were in our teens. We are 9 years apart, but … Continue reading Myself, or My Brother

Unspeakable Fear

There's a darkness inside of me these days that is only hurting myself and I wonder what it means to do. It terrifies me. I'm starting to see it over my right shoulder. What can I do? When looking at this face I have to wonder if this story of fear isn't a cover story … Continue reading Unspeakable Fear