Looking back through old sketchbooks and coming across work you have forgotten all about. That is something fun for a Saturday morning. Did these in July 2005.
Looking back through old sketchbooks and coming across work you have forgotten all about. That is something fun for a Saturday morning. Did these in July 2005.
The second in a series of books dealing with slides purchased with a slide projector years ago. The series is entitled Other Families and is images of a family—their vacations, their relatives in Europe, their parties—all captured on slides dating from 1948.
Find the book on lulu.com.
Spent the morning out with my Drawing 1 class. Ink. Beautiful black ink on white paper. Can’t beat that.
A new series of drawings have emerged from the depths of my head.
I have had the opportunity to travel to Turkey and Greece four times in the past four years. I have essentially traveled to the same areas each time either as a study abroad program or to plan the program. I have visited the same cities and stayed at the same hotels. Even eaten in the same restaurants numerous times. But each visit is somehow new and fresh. Partly based on traveling with a new group each time and seeing their reaction to the places I have come to know. In reflecting on the trips the cities almost seem to be what change each time with new textures, colors, smells, and lines coming forward for my attention. I think I could travel to Istanbul a thousand times and never cease to be visually entertained. These images are available as a calendar at: lulu.com
Published a new book today on lulu.com. Images from the latest trip to Turkey and Greece from my sketchbooks have been collected into a 90 page book. Available at my author spotlight at lulu.com.
I spent the fall abroad with long days of drawing and painting.
Red Beach. On the island of Santorini. This is a beach that I could spend days—no make that weeks—at and still not want to leave. It is not because of the people. Not really because of the water. The location is good and the surrounding scenery at other beaches is more spectacular. What keeps me coming back are the rocks. I am sure there are beaches with better rocks, more varied and more colorful, more variety in sizes and more unique. But the rocks at Red Beach just scream at you to do something with them. All shades of red, grey and black. My latest visit resulted in another gradient circle, nothing unique about it, but the fun in building it can’t be beat. Four hours of sitting in the sun, listening to the people around you, watching people tromp by on their way to their spot on the beach and as they tromp by looking at what this grown man is doing. Sometimes the stares are with a smile, sometimes they roll their eyes, and sometimes faces that are completely blank. The ones that roll their eyes don’t know what they are missing. The blank stares are usually from individuals who are really white and are just getting to their first beach to begin the sunburn to tanning process. The ones with smiles silently communicate their understanding of what a beach can be. So the next time you find yourself at a beach don’t just lie there—get up and make something. Anything and be sure to send me a photo.