Baloneyfeathers

got home and now i’m throwing paint around.  trying to keep some of the movement of the sketch (pictured again below).

Aimee doing a demo.  I would have liked to paint her but there was no place to set up, so I had to do a quick sketch instead and took notes for later.

Aimee doing a demo.  I would have liked to paint her but there was no place to set up, so I had to do a quick sketch instead and took notes for later.

Drawing with Sam.  Gouache in pocket moleskine.

Drawing with Sam.  Gouache in pocket moleskine.

Little sketch of Sean.  Gouache in pocket moleskine.

Little sketch of Sean.  Gouache in pocket moleskine.

She was there so very briefly.  And then she was gone.  Gouache in pocket moleskine.

She was there so very briefly.  And then she was gone.  Gouache in pocket moleskine.

I know this is a broad question, but what inspires you to draw? and what do you like drawing the most?

It’s more of a compulsion for me.  It just happens all of the time - very little drawing comes about as a result of getting inspired.  When I get inspired I want to go talk to everybody and ride my bike around in the sunshine and plan things that are too fantastical to ever accomplish.  Then I crash and burn and go crawling back to my sketchbook to make angry, grumpy little drawings about my inability to stay happy.  As for what I like to draw most:  people, and whatever personality is behind them.  Living things.  It gives me immense satisfaction to be able to capture an expression or gesture or look in the eye.  

I don’t know if that is a satisfactory answer, but it’s really nice of you to be interested.  Thanks! 

Quick li’l washy sketch of Dad - trying use up the muddy dregs of gouache from the last time instead of putting down new paint.  Because, you know, it’s so hard to open a tube and squeeze.
Watered-down gouache in pocket moleskine.

Quick li’l washy sketch of Dad - trying use up the muddy dregs of gouache from the last time instead of putting down new paint.  Because, you know, it’s so hard to open a tube and squeeze.

Watered-down gouache in pocket moleskine.

My sister, who lives in Alaska during the summers, requested that I come visit her up there sometime soon.  I, excellent sibling that I am, sent a postcard instead.  Look how clever:  I’m “mailing myself” to her.  Ha ha.  In case it is unclear, the little bundles underneath me labelled “THAI” are not drugs (no matter how much it looks that way) - they are a particular type of asian-fusion burrito thing that I used to eat pretty much every day when Tess was living with me because I was lazy and didn’t want to pack lunch.  She liked to tease me about it.

My sister, who lives in Alaska during the summers, requested that I come visit her up there sometime soon.  I, excellent sibling that I am, sent a postcard instead.  Look how clever:  I’m “mailing myself” to her.  Ha ha.  In case it is unclear, the little bundles underneath me labelled “THAI” are not drugs (no matter how much it looks that way) - they are a particular type of asian-fusion burrito thing that I used to eat pretty much every day when Tess was living with me because I was lazy and didn’t want to pack lunch.  She liked to tease me about it.

I did a postcard swap with Ghosttthead!  The top two images are the front and back of the card that I sent.  The bottom two images are the front and back of the card I just received from Ghosttthead.  I’m pretty excited.  Postcard club is fun!  Everybody should do it!  Ok, I’ll stop with the exclamation points now.

some sketchbooky stuff

some sketchbooky stuff