I underwent a slump in late July and August but since the end of August I’ve been back in the painting saddle, working away.  I got my butt spanked at this year’s Open Art Competition, but after the initial disappointment I think I’ve had a breakthrough.  I’m playing around with slightly larger, more chunky work and a new process.I took a number of pictures while we were visiting the in-laws on Vancouver Island in May.  This was the tail end of a late afternoon rain, when the town and the mountains behind it were hazy with raindrops and the clouds were just starting to disperse.Acrylic on hardboard,9x12”

I underwent a slump in late July and August but since the end of August I’ve been back in the painting saddle, working away.  I got my butt spanked at this year’s Open Art Competition, but after the initial disappointment I think I’ve had a breakthrough.  I’m playing around with slightly larger, more chunky work and a new process.

I took a number of pictures while we were visiting the in-laws on Vancouver Island in May.  This was the tail end of a late afternoon rain, when the town and the mountains behind it were hazy with raindrops and the clouds were just starting to disperse.

Acrylic on hardboard,
9x12”

Decided to start my work day with a warm-up this morning.  There was a downy woodpecker in the neighbour’s tree.  I started sketching it through binoculars but quickly gave that up. When it flew to my back fence, I noticed a second woodpecker, its mate, in my apple tree.  I started to sketch that one.  I got a rough sketch down when the first joined the second, so I had to take some photos.  I see downies fairly often but not necessarily in pairs.
I settled down to finish my sketch when I saw the neighbourhood cat that’s been crapping on my lawn in the tree right below them.  One flew off giving an alarm call while I ran outside to evict the unwanted cat from my yard.  I swear one of these days I’m going to trap that sucker and humanely buzz a rude word onto its back.  Its Siamese friend is going to get a Kool Aid dye job.
So I finished the branch from life and the downy from the photos I got.  Luckily my sketch was almost done, there really isn’t a whole lot to a downy.  Just a beaky fluff pear.

Decided to start my work day with a warm-up this morning.  There was a downy woodpecker in the neighbour’s tree.  I started sketching it through binoculars but quickly gave that up. When it flew to my back fence, I noticed a second woodpecker, its mate, in my apple tree.  I started to sketch that one.  I got a rough sketch down when the first joined the second, so I had to take some photos.  I see downies fairly often but not necessarily in pairs.

I settled down to finish my sketch when I saw the neighbourhood cat that’s been crapping on my lawn in the tree right below them.  One flew off giving an alarm call while I ran outside to evict the unwanted cat from my yard.  I swear one of these days I’m going to trap that sucker and humanely buzz a rude word onto its back.  Its Siamese friend is going to get a Kool Aid dye job.

So I finished the branch from life and the downy from the photos I got.  Luckily my sketch was almost done, there really isn’t a whole lot to a downy.  Just a beaky fluff pear.

Pub nights are for sketching!  I love patio season because no one outside ever sees you drawing.
I had a Biere de Miel from Brasserie Dupont and an Efes Dark.  Both quite nice.

Pub nights are for sketching!  I love patio season because no one outside ever sees you drawing.

I had a Biere de Miel from Brasserie Dupont and an Efes Dark.  Both quite nice.

Some people sketches from the Heritage Festival a month ago.  Someone waiting in line, a Sri Lankan dancer (I think… I always forget to label these sketches properly) and one of the Knights of the Northern Realm re-enacting a battle for the Wales pavilion (it was a pretty loose re-enaction, but plenty of shields got smacked).

Some people sketches from the Heritage Festival a month ago.  Someone waiting in line, a Sri Lankan dancer (I think… I always forget to label these sketches properly) and one of the Knights of the Northern Realm re-enacting a battle for the Wales pavilion (it was a pretty loose re-enaction, but plenty of shields got smacked).

I’ve been working on putting a comic book together.  Approximately 300 strips (probably more…) have to be reformatted and I just realized this week that I have to go back and label them all.  Luckily that seems to be going much faster.
In between the incredibly boring task of re-lettering and re-formatting comics I never thought I’d publish, I go to Flickr, load up random street photos and draw stylized faces in cheap brush marker.  It keeps me from going insane.
I’ve also finally gotten around to painting again.  I’m hoping to put together enough 18x24” landscapes for an exhibition by the middle of next year.  More on that when I actually finish some of these.  Hopefully after a thoroughly miserable August I can get as much work done in September and/or October as I did in June.

I’ve been working on putting a comic book together.  Approximately 300 strips (probably more…) have to be reformatted and I just realized this week that I have to go back and label them all.  Luckily that seems to be going much faster.

In between the incredibly boring task of re-lettering and re-formatting comics I never thought I’d publish, I go to Flickr, load up random street photos and draw stylized faces in cheap brush marker.  It keeps me from going insane.

I’ve also finally gotten around to painting again.  I’m hoping to put together enough 18x24” landscapes for an exhibition by the middle of next year.  More on that when I actually finish some of these.  Hopefully after a thoroughly miserable August I can get as much work done in September and/or October as I did in June.

I’m Not Even Angry

Haven’t felt much like working since Waspgate 2014.  It’s hard to concentrate when your ankles feel like water balloons filled with the essence of itching.  For some reason writing provides more relief than drawing, it’s like the itch centers and the word centers of my brain have a hard time working in parallel.  So I’ve been writing e-mails, comic script, part of two short stories, and this exercise thing that I’ll post here because I’m not planning to do anything else with it.  Someone on dA posted a writing prompt that read “I was the kid who…” and this is what oozed out:

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I was the kid who went missing.

They think I was snatched from the schoolyard on my way home, by a succession of suspects in nondescript cars.  A man may be sitting in jail, blamed for my abduction.  I don’t know.

The truth is that I got lost.  I turned a fraction of a degree too far, slipped on a quark and here I am.  Just the slightest bit out of touch with reality.

I’m a ghost.  I haunt the neighbourhood where I’ve always lived.  I used to go home, but a few years after my disappearance my parents moved away and I didn’t go with them.  I got bored of watching my mom cry.  Strangers live in the house now.  My room is someone’s home office.

Later I hung out at the school, watching the drama until my friends graduated.  These days I wander the streets and houses, a shadowy flicker out the corner of your eye when you’re sure nothing’s there.

You can’t see me but I can see you.  I follow you home.  I sit on your couch and freak your dog out.  I look into your fridge and read over your shoulder.  When you go upstairs for that hit of porn or booze or to simply lie catatonic in bed watching the tube, I’m right there with you.  I know everything but what you never let leave your head.

I can’t wait until I figure out how to get back.

Now with colour!
Pencil crayon on paper, 6.5x4.5”

Now with colour!

Pencil crayon on paper, 6.5x4.5”

And then, predictably, she found a new thing and went “OOO SHINY MUST TRY”
I found a neat artist and am trying out something similar to his pencil crayon method.  On rosehip cephalopods.  Making a scan of this just in case I fuck up the colour.

And then, predictably, she found a new thing and went “OOO SHINY MUST TRY”

I found a neat artist and am trying out something similar to his pencil crayon method.  On rosehip cephalopods.  Making a scan of this just in case I fuck up the colour.

So I don’t think the ink-after technique is an improvement.  Maybe the orange ink is the problem.  It’s been on my desk for a week and a bit, though, and it’s starting to grow on me, orange ink and all.
I tried using watercolour pencil on the sunset pic, I think that might have worked out a bit better.

So I don’t think the ink-after technique is an improvement.  Maybe the orange ink is the problem.  It’s been on my desk for a week and a bit, though, and it’s starting to grow on me, orange ink and all.

I tried using watercolour pencil on the sunset pic, I think that might have worked out a bit better.

I biked to campus yesterday evening to put some inks on the previous painting, then had a walk around to stretch my legs out.  I came out on Saskatchewan Drive just in time to see some of the Downtown apartment buildings catching some nice light.
I had to stand on the steps of the Tory lecture theatre to get a good view, holding the sketchbook, watercolours AND paper towel in one hand and mooshing paint around with the left.  V. inconvenient.  So this one’s a bit rushed.  I’m going to toss some pencil crayon on top later to see if it works better than the ink.

I biked to campus yesterday evening to put some inks on the previous painting, then had a walk around to stretch my legs out.  I came out on Saskatchewan Drive just in time to see some of the Downtown apartment buildings catching some nice light.

I had to stand on the steps of the Tory lecture theatre to get a good view, holding the sketchbook, watercolours AND paper towel in one hand and mooshing paint around with the left.  V. inconvenient.  So this one’s a bit rushed.  I’m going to toss some pencil crayon on top later to see if it works better than the ink.