Some Conversations

Thought I'd share this one here. After all, the sketchbook found its way under my pencil, supporting the resistance.

Airport People

Sneaked in some sketching while waiting at the airport for my delayed flight last Friday. Noise was hard to avoid, and sitting space hard to find, as with all airports, but the people watching available makes for quite a parade.
Found myself fighting for time to draw (in transit, between flights). That is part of what sketchbook resistance is all about. A little warm-up image follows some traveler's faces.

 

Be Joyful!

Been awhile, but thought, on this Friday, it was high time for a high five! A lot of our art friends are having a blast on twitter on the hash tag #FearlessFriday we are sharing our fears and how we intend to go about defeating them. My lil work sketchbook is getting really beat up, beginning to look a lot like its owner, but here is an up beat 60s retro pice I hope you'll like

Beware Of Tortoise Toting Raptors!

Quick development sketch from Ouwangalaymah! today.  LOOK UP! And watch out!  

Those little reminders

I have something very special to share, but first, a confession. I lost my temper yesterday. Those of you who have known me for awhile, know how desperately I want to find a means of maintanace through my creativity. It has been an arduous 7 years. Truthfully had I known that I would still be dreaming, I most likely would have never braved this path. I know I've made progress towards my goal, but still the frustration builds. The day job is killing me. I mean that most literally. I've tried really hard not to moan and complain, no one likes to hear us do that, but I must tell you, sparing details, it is getting hard not too.
{que the band playing "Presure" do do do dd do do}
So yes, back to the loss of my temper and the presious thing I wish to share. It was a particularly difficult day yesterday, filled with the frustrations of a million days just like it, all balled up and festered into a big old boil only my butt. The last thing I wanted was for my poor unsuspecting son to lance it. He did. Not that he did anything I shouldn't have easily passed over, it just caught Dad off guard. I lost it. However briefly, yet vigorously. I have a door jam to repair in my wake. And so here is the precious, special, wonderful thing I need to share with you,

After the dust cleared,this is what James handed me. 

Even though we may at some times LOSE it, always remember that those we love are the ones who help us find it in the end. and if it wasn't for the ones I love I would have given up long ago.

I love you too son.

Beach dreams

This morning on my mini sketchbook. Strange fish and crab as a wake and draw session with coffee.

Beach People

Some beach folks from last Sunday on a little flip-style sketchbook. Kind of quick sketches all. The three adults caught while in a hot tub (I know. If you have a beach nearby, why are you stewing in the hot tub?). And my daughter testing her underwater skills in the pool.