Walken in a winter wonderland 3

… and here I was thinking I came up with an original idea. A Google search proved me wrong. Oh well…

Merry Christopher Walken!

Last Day of Inktober 2019!

October 31, 2019

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So, I didn’t exactly tear it up this Inktober, but I managed to get 6 new drawings posted. It was a blast, as usual but now I can go back to my comfortable pencil! I was also especially fascinated to see what my fellow illustrators put out there. Such a super talented bunch, I tell ya!
Anywho, the last day of Inktober I’ll just throw out this oldie from 2014 and say…

HAPPY HALLOWEEN… the most wonderful time of the year!!!

MLK Day

January 16, 2017

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This morning’s denizens of Peets Coffee, sketched while sitting under an umbrella, sipping cappuccino.

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The Illustration Friday theme this week is “Homage.”

I’d like to pay homage to John Lennon 1940-1980, peace activist, artist, husband, father, Beatle and someone I considered a hero.

In 1969, during the Vietnam War, John Lennon and Yoko Ono held 2, week-long Bed-Ins for Peace, in Amsterdam and Montreal, as a way to non-violently protest the war and promote peace.

There were a lot of people who dismissed him because he thought peace might be a good idea. But there were and still are a lot more of us who agree and still sing his music at the top of our lungs.

IMAGINE
by John Lennon

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today…

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

moore better

March 5, 2008

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… and now for something completely different. A spot I did ions ago, of Demi Moore for an article in The Ventura County Reporter, about “Charlie’s Angels, Full Throttle.”

I enjoy caricatures, but give me bunnies on scooters or dancing dinosaurs any day.

caricature of a stranger

February 16, 2008

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ODE TO HAIR

“It’s really quite scary,
how terribly hairy,
I’ve gotten.” said dear uncle Ned.

“Hair sprouts from my nose,
from my ear grows and grows.
Too bad there is none on my head!”

A little ditty I wrote a while back, just seemed to fit.

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Our workday shackles were unlocked early today and instead of going straight home I decided to indulge in some geekery and headed over to B&N. The 12 year old boy inside me loves comics and graphic novels so I spent 2 hours devouring 4 or 5 of these treasures while fueling my caffeine addiction with some mediocre coffee.

I was pouring over “Black Hole” by Charles Burns, when I noticed the guy sitting next to me, (the one who could have flopped himself in one of the many empty seats that were not right on top of me,) was overtly staring at me. Well, not at me specifically, but at what I was reading … and me.

Being from the western hemisphere I tend to read from left to right. Concentrating on the left page, I hadn’t yet noticed the right page contained an image of a young man, fully and frontally nude, (emphasis on the good bits, if you know what I mean.) This thing took up a quarter of the dang page. So, I’m not sure what I found more unnerving, the fact that my new, unwanted friend would rather crane his neck to read my book than read his own or the fact that he seemed so fascinated with ME reading this book. It was all just a bit creepy.

No matter. One well placed, withering look and his nose got stuck right back in his own book. I’m territorial that way.

Now, what this has to do with the above image … is exactly nothing. However, after recovering from the indignation of having my “space” invaded, my attention was soon drawn to a poor, unsuspecting gentleman with the most wonderful, character-ridden face. Uh, yeah, that would be him up there and yes I sat there and drew him.

I guess I’m lucky he didn’t shoot me a withering look. What a good sport.

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By the way, I ended up buying “Batman Hush” by Jeph Loeb, Jim Lee and Scott Williams. The art is amazing! Also “The Last Man” by Brian K Vaugn, Pia Guerra and José Marzán, Jr., some great art and interesting story. I’ll get “Black Hole” later, it was so good, but didn’t want to spend my whole paycheck in one place, hee hee.

super tuesday

February 5, 2008

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OUR NEXT PRESIDENT

Although my friends, family, collegues, Tom and myself yammer, blather, spout off and at times, elequently discuss politics on a regular basis … this would be the extent of me, being political on my sketch blog.

my peeps

January 29, 2008

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It’s funny, every time I sit down at a cafe to covertly sketch fellow coffee swillers, I inadvertently record a lasting memory. As I later thumb through my sketchbook, perusing the faces I’ve jotted down, I recall every conversation overheard, and every impression I’ve had of a particular person.

Yes, yes, that person sitting alone, at the table next to yours, is in fact listening to your conversation. Take note whether or not that person has a sketch book in hand. You just may end up on their sketch blog.

Ok, where was I? Oh yes, lasting impressions. So the blonde woman on the phone, I remember her being extremely boisterous and blustery. If memory serves, she was dropping celebrity names very loudly to the unfortunate soul on the other end of the conversation (as well as everyone in the cafe.) Ben Affleck is apparently a good friend of hers.

The smirking, young woman in the cap, is a barista. She makes a damn fine cup of coffee. She makes that coffee exactly the way I like it, and she does so while bestowing upon me the gift of her acerbic wit. A small price to pay for a perfect cup, I suppose.

Dude up there, seemed like a nice enough guy, although I’m pretty sure he thought I was hot for him. He caught me checking him out, and gave me a couple of knowing looks and a wink or two (shudder.) I have to be more careful about the length of time I study my subjects at any given moment.

plain

January 20, 2008

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HIGH PLAINS DRIFTER

When it comes movies, my taste is all over the place. I adore a dialogue heavy, character driven, Indie film, but get equally excited by an over-the-top, “popcorn” film. A clever, quirky, dark comedy is always a winner with me, but a silly, gross-out film will have me giggling and repeating catch phrases for weeks. Period pieces or estrogen-rich, chick flicks will have me filling up a baskets with tear soaked kleenex, but put on a good ole “Spaghetti Western” and you’ll also have my rapt attention.

The Illustration Friday theme this week is “Plain” and the first thing that popped into my head was “High Plains Drifter,” and old favorite of mine.

I haven’t seen it in a while, but I remember enjoying the stark beauty of the landscape, (filmed at Mono Lake in California), the morally complex plot and implied supernatural aspect, and of course, my man, Clint Eastwood is his usual, squinty, enigmatic self.

In a few minutes, Tom and I are going to watch “An Inconvenient Truth” (a film I should have seen by now, tsk tsk.) I’m really looking forward to seeing it, but truth be told, on this Walrus Weekend, wouldn’t “High Plains Drifter” be more appropriate?

Facing reality seems like too much work tonight.

voyeur

November 15, 2007

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Maybe it’s because I’ve been drinking green tea this week, instead of the copious amount of coffee I usually swill down. Or maybe it’s the inspiring post I read on Draw Anyway yesterday. Whatever the reason, on my usual lunchtime Starbuckery, I decided to get in touch with my inner voyeur and sketch a few of the folks sitting around me. The ususpecting denizens of Starbucks are always good for an inexpensive, noncommital head drawing experiment.

You do have to be a bit cagey however. People tend to get a little uncomfortable when you stare at them for any period of time. So I catch glimpses, trying to get an overall feeling of their face. I do a quick drawing, then glance at them again a couple more times. If they are engrossed in a book, a conversation or their laptop it’s pretty easy. But honestly, I end up using my memory of their likeness, mixed with a little creative license most of the time.

I’m never really sure what I’ll end up with. Some folks lend themselves to caricatures, some require a little more serious consideration, and some are hardly more than a quick scribble, depending on how “on to me” they are. Mainly what I end up with is a sort of hybrid of caricature and portrait. I’m having too much fun trying to catch a feeling than worry about the proper perspective or alignment of features. Mr. Cooper, my head drawing instructor from years ago, would be appalled. But a good time is had by….well, me, and no one is the wiser. Except for anyone who looks at these sketches.

Could one of these sketches be someone you know?

caricature study

September 13, 2007

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I work in a ridiculously small office in Woodland Hills, CA. There exists in this office, no place to escape to for an hour’s worth of recuperation. Lucky for me, there is a Starbucks within walking distance. I know, I know, where isn’t there a Starbucks within walking distance?

So anyway, every Monday through Friday, I unapologetically toddle over to this friendly neighborhood coffee swilling establishment, rain or shine. A triple short bevé cappuccino later, my soul, which has been earlier sucked from me, is reclaimed.

But more importantly, this is the time I can be myself. After braving the morning commute and then having to answer to demanding clients, I can finally, for an hour, do what makes me feel good. Read, journal, sketch, people-watch, or just sit in a stupor (one of my favorites). I’ve recently combined two of these things. I sketch people as they walk by or as they sit at their tables. It’s a bit voyeuristic I suppose. I will admit I am somewhat of a voyeur. People fascinate me. Drawing them fascinates me. I worry that I am being intrusive, so I try to be covert with my drawing exercise, snatching only brief looks and filling in what I don’t actually see, with my imagination. These sketches are also quite caricature in nature, cartoony and exaggerated. That’s part of the fun. I’m hoping to become faster and less futzy with my drawing technique and maybe even develop some characters from these studies.