Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Celestial Night


"In Heaven, there is no night..."  But no, there's plenty of night in the celestial world, and lots of lights to illuminate it. Fountains of crystal play over the angelic pathways, where spirits commute back and forth between cosmic offices. I've done many of these visionary images in my artistic life, and I hope to do many more.

Photoshop, 6" x 5", May 26, 2020.

Monday, May 25, 2020

Linda and Jeff House, Florida 1998


I arrived at the house of my friends Linda and Jeff, who lived in Melbourne, Florida. This rather dull place was about an hour's drive from Orlando, though not far from the ocean on the east coast. This is a sketch of their residence interior. I am used to homes built of sturdy wood and brick and cinder block, being a Northeasterner, and I was surprised at how lightly built this structure was. Surely a hurricane would blow it all away. But my friends weren't worried. They had plenty of stuff to put in their Florida nest: note the broad beam suspended under the ceiling, where Linda kept her collection of funny hats.

Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 8 1/2", January 23, 1998.

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Berry College Landscape Winter 1998


Here comes a series of drawings done on a road trip of mine down south to Florida. One of my first on the trip was this pair of landscapes, done from memory at Berry College, in northwest Georgia. I was there visiting a colleague in Zoroastrian studies who was spending a year teaching there. Berry is a Christian college near Rome, Georgia, originally founded to educate the sons and daughters of Appalachian and other mountain folk. It is noted for the great size of the campus, over 27,000 acres. I loved the landscape there, with plenty of birdwatching opportunities. I briefly thought of teaching there myself but didn't know how I'd get along with an evangelical Christian social environment.

Colored pencil on sketchbook page, 5" x 8", January 19, 1998.

Saturday, May 23, 2020

More Kitchen Stuff


Highlights of the boring kitchen. Everything has its purpose. These objects are simply useful. The topological cone at left, a large shot glass, is made of shiny-glazed glass and is one of few authentic 1950s artifacts that I saved from the old house. At center is a Ball jam preservation jar without a lid and embossed with a traditional grapevine pattern. At upper right is a plastic device which sprays detergent on things. Boredom is fun. Sips and bubbles do the job. Drawing blogged just under the wire, or at least 3 1/2 hours of wire.

Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 4" x 3 1/2", May Something (21 or 22), 2020.

Friday, May 22, 2020

Parkalot 1998


I thought I had missed a blog day, but looking at the list of posts it shows I didn't. Or maybe I really did, and I am not counting correctly. Is it still May? What day in May? Have I paid my electricity bill? See what living in confinement does to a person, even if I got out to shop. The wine I bought was another ordeal. I couldn't get the plastic cork out no matter what tool I tried, so I drilled a hole through the center of the cylinder and watched the wine drip slowly into the glass. It was quite good quality (Clos du Bois Chardonnay) so I didn't throw it out.

Here's a sensitive and bored portrait of a local parking lot near me  in the dead of winter. I have promised myself I will not depict dumpsters, parking lots, road signs, or light fixtures unless the subject has some compelling design interest. Or maybe I'll make a year's theme ONLY those things. No! Was that winter? Is it spring now? is it summer yet? What time is it? Some reality from 1998.

Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 8", January 9th and 13", 1998.

Thursday, May 21, 2020

Hairy Creature


A regrettable result of lockdown confinement is that people cannot get their usual hair grooming or barbershop sessions. Thus ladies and gentlemen who would be using the services of hair salons must tolerate being unkempt. Clipping one's own hair is a default to which most of us resort, including me. Too much time in the mirror produces a monster with shaggy points of hair all over its head, like this one which is modeled after the savage Wolverine, both the critter and the comic book character. My male musician friends simply bypass the situation by shaving their heads and growing a beard. I could try to grow a beard but it would do nothing for my creative life.

Black tech pens on sketchbook page, 3" x 4", May 20, 2020.

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Post Office People 1998


What do I do when I have to wait in a line? As here in the post office, still in winter rush hour? I  sketch, what else? It is now 1998 in my sketchbook and no one except experts knew what mass infection would do to the post office and service. But enough of that. I like my drawing of the little girl in center, holding a large envelope. 1998 was a personally eventful year for me as you will see. Some of it was good, 22 years ago.

Black tech pen on sketchbook page, about 5" x 7", January 5, 1998.