Tuesday, December 31, 2019
The creativity consultants say, draw (or write) what you know. OK, I know this stuff. From left to right, backpack, paper towels, Honeycrisp apple, coffee ad board at Cafe Amouri, and a Trader Joe's shopping bag. This is why my literary friends write about faeries and elves; could you stand depicting shopping bags and napkins for the rest of your writing life? Make a world of wonder! At least I'm not depicting little girls with kittens, dogs playing cards, Star Trek characters, or buxom Renaissance babes holding steins of beer.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 6", late December 2019. Happy New Year everyone!
Monday, December 30, 2019
Here is the fire urn when not in use, along with some flower stems which are also held for ceremonial purposes. The fire is set on a metal plate which is placed on top of the urn. When the fire is over and safely extinguished, the ashes are collected and saved in the urn. The metal furnishings for the altar, including the urn, are made of a copper-nickel-zinc alloy called "German silver," widely used in India.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 4 1/2" x 8", March 16, 1997.
Sunday, December 29, 2019
If you live in Metro DC for any length of time, and you ride the Metro subway, you will see characters like these. One of my friends calls them "Washington ingenues," that is, young, pretty boys and girls from very privileged backgrounds, on their way up to attaching him or herself to a source of power. You saw the dark side of this culture during the Kavanaugh confimation, but it would be wrong to think of them all as rapists or ruthless young power-grabbing operators. After all, your life consists of kissing up and ingratiating yourself with well-spoken words and gestures, so you'll probably be likable and even sweet. I see them at wineries too on the weekend, mixing it up with others of their kind. I am as privileged as they are, but I just keep drawing.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 8", March 6, 1997.
Saturday, December 28, 2019
This sketch depicts a Zoroastrian jashan, or worship service. This ceremony is not held in a temple but in a household or small hall. It is placed on a decorative floor covering as you see here. Also on the floor are metal vessels containing fruit, sacred symbolic items, the books of the Zoroastrian scriptures, called the Avesta, and the big urn on which the Sacred Fire burns. The monotheistic Zoroastrian faith uses a flame as the symbol of the One God.The man in white robes is a Zoroastrian priest clad in his ceremonial attire. I chose not to depict the Sacred Fire here but in other sketches I did draw it.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 8", February 1, 1997.
Friday, December 27, 2019
I got my car inspected just under the wire (literally, note wires in picture) at a local Sunoco garage. I found something interesting to draw and did it while the inspection was going on. The weather was unusually warm and bright so I was able to draw outside the door on a bench. When I finished and the car was ready, I noticed that the young guy running the shop was drawing an intricate map on a paper at the counter. I correctly identified him as a role-playing gamer. He said he used to run a game but his players had all moved away so he was left with only the game world illustrated by his maps. He enjoyed world-building for its own sake, no inspections needed.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 4 1/2", December 26-27 some work done in studio.
Thursday, December 26, 2019
This Colorforms experiment more or less follows the rules of the color game: four shapes in different colors with some non-game elements, here represented by the clouds of little squares and the crescent. I am inspired by Persian and Tibetan art and architecture here. The green cedar trees are sacred to the Persians, the four shapes are derived from Tibetan Buddhist shrines, and the orange flame in the center is the sacred fire of the Zoroastrian religion. I studied this religion for many years and I will be showing you some of the drawings I made during my time with the Indian and Iranian Zoroastrian people of the USA and Canada.
Photoshop, 5" x 5", December 26, 2019.
Wednesday, December 25, 2019
Here's what I refer to as a "roomscape," an interior of a room carefully and accurately prepared. I certainly didn't invent the genre; one of my first was done as an assignment in architectural drawing class where every object had its own perspective. You see here my studio with stacks of newly printed "Under Vine" books, numerous bags of archival papers, trash papers, recycle stuff, and furniture. The density of clutter in my studio drives me nuts but at this point I don't have the energy to evaluate and remove stuff. Next year I hope. Merry Christmas, folks!
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 6" x 5", December 24, 2019.
Tuesday, December 24, 2019
After the Worldcon I spent a few days with my fan friends, including this cat who was named "Renee." We made friends and she put her paw on me to show that. She stood still enough to get a nice view for me. The scribbling above is a short demo I did on drawing and perspective for my hosts. Whenever someone sees me doing sketchy things, they want to know how I do it so I do a mini-demonstration. I drew a simulation of 3-D drawing. For a can or cylinder, if you see it straight on it's a rectangle, but if you see it tilted it's a pair of ovals, one at the top and one at the bottom. The jumble in the middle is a pile of crumpled laundry.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, September 2, 1996. Drawn somewhere in the Los Angeles area.
Monday, December 23, 2019
This is one of those times when Deadheads and science fiction fans converge, at least in their fashion choices. This literate lady wears an outfit that could easily fit into a Deadshow parking lot or dance hall. She's got the beaded hair ornaments, a fluffy boa neckpiece, long fringes, "palazzo" baggy pants, and flat sandals. Well, it is California after all. But there are some major differences, the most important being, she's READING. Now it's not that Deadheads don't read, they just don't read AT A SHOW. This gal is sitting with her book waiting for a program item to begin. Fans will read anywhere. At conventions I often see fans reading in the middle of the crowded lobby with people swirling all around them, sometimes wearing wild costumes. Nowadays the book is replaced with a smartphone (on which they are probably reading.). Drawn at the Anaheim Convention Center.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 8", August 31, 1996.
Sunday, December 22, 2019
These folks were friends of mine who I used to meet at every Balticon, whether it was in the suburbs or downtown Baltimore. Don and Nancy Fairhurst worked for a Secret Agency in the Metro DC area and were very knowledgeable about history, politics, and fantasy and SF authors. At the conventions they wore "ritual" garb, with elements of fantasy, such as Don's pseudo-military attire and Scottish beret. They were perennial program listeners, enjoying the more academic activities at conventions. They are both gone to the convention of heaven.
Sepia tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 7", May 25, 2003.
Saturday, December 21, 2019
These bright red (or pink, or white) plants are the familiar Poinsettia of the Holiday Season, made into graphics Colorforms. As you all know, the colorful "flowers" are not really flowers but adapted leaves called "bracts." I like the sound of that word. Bract, bract, bract....Brexit Brexit Brexit! If you look you can see my four Elemental Colorforms and one sensitive little snowflake. I'm sounding like some sort of dumb editorial here and that's intended (Crisis! Crisis! Crisis!) I have been ripping apart begging letters from charities as well as reading texts written by Professional Commentary Writers from the New York Times. Trying to find any meaning at all when pondering one politician or another. Don't let this happen to you.
Photoshop, 5" x 6", December 21, 2019.
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Friday, December 20, 2019
See them, the gifts of 2001. People are loading boxes into the mail at the post office. The woman in front seems to be in a dismal mood and probably was. This is an America changing like ours. The event of our lifetime - not World War II but the attacks of 9/11, is still weighing on everything since then. Instead of a fiery disaster killing thousands at once we have a war that kills and lasts forever. And a swirling gaggle of prune-faced old white men in blue suits, all toadying to the Yellow Face.
I am not mailing anything out just yet - I just can't stand the crowds and city driving. 100 copies of "Virginia Under Vine" are about to arrive and I will announce when it's ready. I will have to miss Christmas with cards and gifts due to all sorts of delays but I can make something up around it. We are coming to that awful dark turning point of the last two weeks of the year. Sometimes this Blog is the only method of communication I trust, because I know who is reading it, all five of you. Happy Solstice Rachel, Jim, Mike, Claudia, Diana, and anyone else I have no idea about.
Sepia brown ink on sketchbook page, 5" x 7", December 17, 2001.
Thursday, December 19, 2019
And here we are in 1996, at another gathering of the unusual, the costumed, the dreamers, and the altered of consciousness, though the alteration was due to books rather than music or substances. This is the front of the Anaheim Hilton, near Los Angeles, California, where the convention was held. I came to this convention with a stack of art, hoping to continue building a career in illustration. I sold some pieces and prints but the Big Career never materialized. The science fiction world is quite different now and though Worldcons are still held, I don't go to them any more. I can go on about how different it is and how much has changed but right now 23 years later I am not willing to put in the effort. I still make art as you can see from this Blog but there are no bikini-clad warrior women, or men on space-bikes, or elves, or robots in my art these days. Unless someone wants to pay for it but I don't think so.
Black ink on sketchbook page, 8" x 5", August 27, 1996.
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
There are a lot of painting simulation programs which can be used on a Macintosh or an iPad, and I would eventually like to experiment with them. For now I continue to use an outmoded but still just fine edition of Photoshop CS4. This program is more "graphic" that is hard edged and flat tones but if I really wanted to make something look like a painting I suppose I could. This Photoshop doodle could be replicated in gouache or acrylic, but it would take hours, perhaps days, and involve messy spray paint or even airbrush. This lazy artist pressed for blog time sez: ain't technology grand....when it works.
Photoshop, 4 1/2" x 6". December 18, 2019.
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
The portrait face above the center is someone named "Rachel." I've known a lot of Rachels in my time. She was a friend of "Laura," pictured at lower right, and I was hanging out with my friend Laura in her New England house. Retrieving all these characters from my life a while ago has caused me to struggle through a room full of dust, memories I can pick up with only modest effort. But who was this Rachel? I think she was married to someone named "Scott." I did my best with Google but it revealed almost nothing. I could go further but I haven't seen or heard of these people since the mid - 90s so I think it's better to let the dust go.
Black ink on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 8 1/2", December 27, 1991.
Monday, December 16, 2019
My wine-loving friends and I last visited Creek's Edge Winery in the autumn of 2016, which for some reason feels like a century ago. Creek's Edge wins my prize for lavish wooden construction, most of it traditional Amish work. Carved and fitted wood is everywhere. The wine wasn't bad, either, especially their white samples. The only problem with our visit was the noise generated by a rock music-playing duo which was much too loud for the environment.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 5", December 15, 2019.
Sunday, December 15, 2019
Winter comes to the By-Product and the cat is warm. I am re-blogging this sketch because I love cats, and I love the happy expression I managed to capture in it. I was over a friend's house and as always had my sketchbook with me. I first posted the drawing in September 2008. The cat-patter is wearing her heart on her sleeve, as you can tell if you look closely.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 4" x 6", December 1991.
Saturday, December 14, 2019
Two Indian gentlemen had a conversation at Peet's Coffee on a dark wet day. The man on the left holds his toddler son in his arms as the little one nodded off to sleep. The "Year of Coffee" sketches and the "Domestic Still Life" theme are almost over, and the new theme for 2020 is "Fantasy Creatures." Some of them are already there in a small sketchbook from 2012 which I found while trying to de-clutter. Still making no progress in de-cluttering, I guess I need a fantasy creature to help me.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, about 4" x 3", December 13, 2019.
Friday, December 13, 2019
As I have said before somewhere, whenever I am sketching in public there is always someone (or someones) who ask me to draw their portrait. I don't mind, as long as there is enough light and space to draw in. These lovely young people were Ron and Kendra from Central Pennsylvania. They had driven all the way to DC for the show, as had other Deadheads. But I don't think these were "lifer" devotees, they were just having fun in mid-June. I would be surprised if they still were together in any way; but there have been instances of Deadheads marrying and having little fuzzy Grateful Babies. I sent them a copy of this sketch which they kept as a souvenir.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 7 1/2" x 9 1/2", June 14, 1991.
Thursday, December 12, 2019
Grateful Dead Talmudists, I have FAILED you. There are people (and I know at least one of them) who can tell you not only where the Dead played at any point or place in their career, but can tell you which songs they played. My own Deadshow memories are not that clear or comprehensive but if I had risked my life by pulling my journal books for 1991 off the upper closet shelf, I could have supplied CORRECT information for you. The lack of information made me do it. I pulled 1991 down and found out that the first Deadshow that I lavishly illustrated was held in a DC-area sports arena called the "Capital Centre," in Landover, Maryland. The moist weather and the playing of "Dark Star" also was at the Capital Centre, but the concert was in June, not March. I found more "Cap Centre" sketches from that June concert too and here are some of them.
The dancing girl at upper center is holding her index finger up - not in a rude gesture nor as a statement of supremacy ("We're Number One!") but to say that this fan is asking for tickets to the show, either legal or illegal. There was a tradition among Deadheads that some generous souls would buy extra tickets not to sell but to give away to worthy souls at the parking lot scene. Of course there were always scalpers as well but were their tickets legitimate? The Dead had a humorous song called "I Need a Miracle," and ticketless fans sought the grace of the ticket-givers, going to the arena just in case they could get a free one. They held their finger up to say, "I need one ticket!" Other fans would hold signs asking for tickets, with "I Need a Miracle" written on them. I don't think the Dead worried too much about this practice but it was technically wrong.
The Cap Centre was decommissioned in the later 1990s and a re-built version was demolished in 2002. By then I had moved on to other things, with only fond memories and a lot of dusty cassette tapes.
Black tech pen on sketchbook pages, 7 1/2" x 9", June 14, 1991.
Wednesday, December 11, 2019
It snowed last night after the rains, and I thought about the colors in the darkness. If I had the ambition I could make winter holiday cards out of this but I don't have a printer and am not quite sure that this is what I want. I will probably use the spray and hand painted style. I've done hand painted cards for more than thirty years, before I moved to the DC area. My miniature artificial Christmas tree has seen better days. It's a different world with all the gadgets and social media. I refuse to be on Twitter. I am not an "influencer." But I am on Facebook somewhere. A light coating of white outside, made out of uncounted galaxies, each one different, will melt in the morning.
Photoshop, 7" x 10", December 11, 2019.
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
As I said earlier, Sharon died this fall and I will remember this fascinating if eccentric family as long as I live.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 6" x 9", May 9, 1991.
Monday, December 9, 2019
This is what happens when you mash up High Art with our trivial culture. You get Vassily tapping out colors and light on that famous screen, shiny with red and green bits to suggest the corruption-racked Holiday Season. I'm not feeling that jolly with someone fit to impeach. Well if you want nutjobs you can always go to Trader Joe's for a crunchy mix.
This was created in a hybrid way, just like a Toyota Prius. Red and green off the screen is scanned in markers, and on the screen are Kandy shapes of the same color. It's not a Colorform, it's not a doodle, not a Geometrikon, not a "K-series"....it's an abstract tryout that the 20th century artistic types worked on without too much humor. So put this in your pipe and
smoke it, Kandy-man.
Markers and Photoshop, 5" x 5 1/2", December 9, 2019.
Sunday, December 8, 2019
And here they are, dancing to the music, in the parking lot or in the arena. Some of them, like me, wrote down the song list as it was being played! This show featured some of their very best, including a revival of their spaciest song, "Dark Star." The weather was misty and the stands were full. My Deadhead models are now immortal (relatively so, I guess) as is "Matt" at lower right, who trucked all the way from Wisconsin to hear the band in DC. I will always remember this concert as well as all the fun stuff around it. Thank you for helping me reminisce to 28 years in the past and the dance of a faded but not forgotten tribe.
Black tech pen on sketchbook pages, 10 1/2" x 7 1/2", March 20, 1991.
Saturday, December 7, 2019
Sometimes all you saw of a Deadhead was an amorphous cloth-wrapped bundle, huddling away from the chill. Other times it was like an old-time campground, where people proudly wore their uniforms. Here you see a sampling of both types. To the lower center right, you see fans working with fiber crafts: spinning, knitting and weaving and braiding. And at the top right is a girl showing off "Butch," her pet white rat.
Black ink on sketchbook page, 10 1/2" x 8", March 20,1991.
Friday, December 6, 2019
This is why I don't sell or trade away my architecture and art books. I've collected them over years and years and they keep giving me information and inspiration to work with. I open to a page and I remember how I worked with it creating a fantasy-Italian scene of stone and stucco. This is a tiny picture in my journal, a little experiment in graphic page design, and all my books will still be there to help me.
Brown tech pen (Micron) on sketchbook page, 4" x 2", November 2019.
Thursday, December 5, 2019
Back at the parking lot scene, the Deadheads are wandering about waiting for the show to begin. They brought colorful cloths and pillows to make sitting on the asphalt easier. Fortunately, it was not raining though the weather that day was rather moist. I'm not sure what they did if it was really pouring. I think they all migrated into the arena in the rain and you see the open gate of RFK Stadium in this selection of sketches. To lower left is a Deadhead holding a balloon. This was not just a toy. It was filled with nitrous oxide, also known as "laughing gas." It was usually used as an anesthetic in dentists' offices, but the Deadheads smuggled tanks of it in and dispensed it in balloons which you (not me) would inhale from. I guess I could say it was a Deadhead appetizer.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 4 1/2" x 7 1/2", March 20, 1991.
Wednesday, December 4, 2019
In those days of the Wild West and the Dead singing cowboy tunes, police kept order in a crowd by riding real live horses around the grounds. No one expected a sedated bunch like this to riot or even to move about, but a horse trained to manage unrest had an easy time of it. The police horsemen also counted on the Deadheads' gentle fondness for creatures real and fantastic. The Deadhead on top of the page was not a victim of any violence; he was just lying peacefully on the ground. I wonder whether the DC cops or cops anywhere still use horses in crowd control situations. According to Wikipedia, they still exist and still perform their work at events where cars and bikes might not fit.
Black ink on sketchbook page, 5" x 7 1/2", March 20, 1991.
Tuesday, December 3, 2019
If you know modern European art, then you know the work of Wassily Kandinsky, a Russian Modernist from the early 20th century who is one of my favorite artists. I have made lots of sketches and doodles inspired by his work. This one is a postcard-sized homage to Kandinsky. Not my greatest sketch but I like to try out colors. My "geometrika" style is based on K's work.
"Kandinskified" is markers on sketchbook page with a little Photoshop, 4 1/2" x 3", December 1, 2019.
Monday, December 2, 2019
Deadhead women had lovely long hair and they enjoyed braiding and weaving their tresses and looking good at shows. This pair shows the process of beautifying girl Deadheads who also wore face paint and artistic make-up. In 1991 the gender explorations we see in the 2000s were just beginning and Deadhead boys and girls danced within more or less traditional gender roles and appearance. These folk are probably in their 50s or even 60s now and I hope their memories of a more innocent time remain.
Black tech pen on Deadshow arena parking lot, 4 1/2" x 6", March 20, 1991.
Sunday, December 1, 2019
The blue sphere means "Air" in the modern esoteric symbol system. Here is a mythical exoplanet made entirely of gas, rather like the gas giants of our own solar system. There is weather on the exoplanet though it is not very violent as it is distant from its star so there isn't a lot of temperature variance to start storms. All this air scatters blue light on the planet. It is a 360-degree sky, no land in sight.
Photoshop, about 5" x 7.45", December 1, 2019.
Saturday, November 30, 2019
I enjoyed drawing Deadhead fashions. Unlike the hard rockers and the punks, Deadheads wore loose, floppy garb suitable for swaying and dancing. From left to right: A girl in coverall baggy pants holds a string toy, like a cat's cradle that was often sold as a souvenir at shows. Note her fringed moccasins. Center right, multi-layer clothes keep a young Deadhead warm, including an Indian cotton tunic and over that a sporran-like stash pouch. He wears a knitted wool cap with a badge pinned on it. March in the D.C. area is cold but he is barefoot! In back is a quick sketch of the dog's head from my previous posting, and another less flowery Deadhead doing something that was really not a good idea, snorting chemical vapors from a spray can. A more innocent explanation to give him the benefit of the doubt is that it's a water container or a thermos bottle.
Black ink on sketchbook page, 5" x 8", March 1991.
Friday, November 29, 2019
I send forth another scrambled un-pretty doodle this time with color added. The colors are taken using Photoshop's color finder feature, so they match. The label comes from a red pepper raised in Canada in a greenhouse. Warning: I could make countless un-pretty doodles rather than images of elegant ladies or rustic landscapes. And vegetables and beverages are always appropriate, now in the darkest time of the year.
Marker, colored in Photoshop, 3 1/2" x 3", November 2019.
Thursday, November 28, 2019
This well-dressed fellow gave his name as "Cosmic Charlie," which is also the name of a Grateful Dead song. He is in full Deadhead attire: tie-dyed T shirt, a waist purse, baggy "harem" pants, and sandals with socks. I wondered what he wore in the "real" world but I didn't ask. "GratefulWorld" is its own sub-universe and one of the most charming things about it was that you didn't have to be held to a government or corporation-imposed identity. But was this guy really named Charlie? Who knows. Many Deadheads came from a privileged background and more than once I saw male Deadheads in suits and ties just escaped from their high-paying jobs.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 3" x 5", March 1991.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
It's almost like "automatic writing," that trick of "spiritualists" where a medium writes down messages from the Beyond while in a trance. In this case I was entranced in front of the computer screen with very low light and a drawing marker in my hand. See what I can do by just drawing whatever came to mind, like scrambled inking. Well, it isn't pretty. It's OK anyway, I see a bit of Modernist Expressionism here and even a tribute to Picasso with the horse head. And the giant mushrooms sort of fit in. I suppose I could color this piece maybe in those kiddie marker pinks, oh please no.
Markers on sketchbook page, 4 1/2" x 3", November 2019.
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
It's a dog, but it's not a dead dog, it's a dog at a Dead show. The tribal encampment was kind enough to let me draw them and their pets. But who took care of the dog while the people were at the show? Did they lock him up in their truck? That wouldn't be very nice, even for only a few hours in moderate weather. Hard to believe, folks, that in just a year or two this little post-literate society would be wiped out by the tsunami of the Internet, turning Deadheads into social media addicts trading their digitized Deadshows among each other one second at a time.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 7" x 4 1/2", March 20, 1991.
Monday, November 25, 2019
My "Arteza" brush pen marker set came with an overload of pinks and purples, probably to appeal to children. The rest of the set are colors from "reality" such as blues, browns, or leafy greens, but what do I do with a large collection of pink and purple? Unless I am depicting a lot of flowers, how would I use them? The answer is to connect it with abstract design not necessarily geometric. These designs are inspired by protozoa, tiny creatures from pond water that I used to collect and examine under the microscope. There are more designs for protozoa that I can possibly use and in fact this will be the theme of my 2020 creative sketchbook, fantastic creatures both tiny or large, excepting dragons which I have already worked on. And many of these critters are bright shades of pink.
Markers and Photoshop, 7 1/2" x 9", November 2019.
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Those of us of a Certain Age will remember the hippie movement with its drugs, music, fashions, graphics, poetry, and outdoor swarms of thousands attending concerts or performances. A pale reflection on that continued on while the Dead were touring and playing live. As I said in a previous post, there are still outdoor music festivals where you can act like a Deadhead and legally, too! In this page, you see a concert-goer vending out of his car's trunk, a practice that was illegal but the police looked the other way. There was plenty of weed even if it was not legal. Guitar, sunglasses, flowers in her hair...you could do worse, considering what our American society is like nowadays.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 8 1/2", March 20, 1991.
Saturday, November 23, 2019
Here we go, another bit of Current Art, a fresh cupcake and a cuppa coffee. This traditional scene was at "Pastry Xpo," a lavishly stocked coffee and sweets shop in urban northern Virginia. The cupcake was a "Red Velvet" cake and the coffee was a decaff espresso, tasty and nice to look at, too. Yes, I cannot tolerate the "iconic" caffeine. The flavor is just the same. The people know me at lots of coffee shops around here.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 6" x 7", November 22, 2019.
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Friday, November 22, 2019
Only a few people know this, but I was a Deadhead from 1987 to 1991. I was introduced to the Grateful Dead by a fellow science fiction and fantasy fan and during my tenure I went to eleven Dead shows. The By-Product will now be showing my tribute to the Deadhead experience, with these sketches which were done at a show in Washington, DC's RFK Stadium on a moist night in March, 1991.
Believe it or not, I didn't smoke or drink anything when I attended Deadshows. The thick atmosphere in the concert arena was enough for me. I had my sketchbook with me as always and a song list as well. I'm not really a rock or country fan - I enjoyed the Dead concerts more for the spectacle: the fan crowd in their colorful attire, their stoned milling about the parking lot smiling and sniffing, and their neo "Gypsy" caravans.
Their guiding spirit, the immortal Jerry Garcia, is no longer with us, but the remaining band members still get together for concerts with guest players. The parking lot scene was folded into outdoor music festivals rather than at big urban arenas. And I was too involved in my art career meeting deadlines to continue Deadheading.
I'll always remember the loose, vaporous charm of Deadhead society, where no one hassled you and you could make instant friends. I hope you enjoy my Deadhead drawings, which will be interwoven with Current Art.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5" x 8", March 20, 1991.
Thursday, November 21, 2019
Back to the ornithopter, here are a few sketches I did of Morgana, the elf-like heroine of Marie Corelli's proto-Steampunk novel, THE SECRET POWER. Morgana, who is rather short, wears a flying suit which is a combination of aviator and day dress over white trousers, done in white silk. Note the aviation cap and goggles with her long hair over it. The dress is accented with shiny little diamonds.
Brown ink on sketchbook page, 4" x 7", 1977.
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
You've seen this concept airship before so I will simply guide you to its page from many years ago. In 1977 I was seriously into science fiction including "Ardath" Marie Corelli's proto-Steampunk tale of the ornithopter called the "White Eagle." The main plane body is somewhat based on the Concorde and the wings are fashioned from a long keel where the wings are anchored. The wings fold back when not in use. In the quoted posting, I added a pair of jet engines to the rear of the plane just in case it needs some extra speed and flying ability. In "real life" there have been some moderately effective ornithopters but none able to carry more than one passenger.
Also, it occurs to me that being a passenger in a big ornithopter with fully flapping wings would be quite uncomfortable. With each wingbeat the plane would bounce up and down. I watch birds flying a lot and most of their flight is three-dimensionally active, so to speak. Woodpeckers and crows fly a fairly even trajectory but they need a lot of speed to keep 'em flying. Vultures and hawks can fly like gliders but that isn't what Corelli had in mind.
Tech pen on sketchbook page, 11" x 8 1/2", 1977.
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
Not again? It was pointed out to me that I hadn't revised Page 35 to fit the size standards on my book. Each page has to be 8 1/2" x 11". I had kept the size that you see as the white central panel. So I put a new background on the background of the background, if you know what I mean when dealing with Photoshop. I had images of grape leaves, which I hadn't used too much, so here's Page 35 yet again. I kept it as simple as I could. I might have modified the old one to fit the new one, but enough is enough.
Photoshop composite, 8 1/2" x 11", 2018-19.
Monday, November 18, 2019
Vincent Lauria was a fellow Harvard Graduate School inmate in 1977. I forget what he was in for but as I remember he said he had been on the wrestling team in college. Whenever I took out my sketchbook, people then as now were fascinated watching me draw. Many people asked for portraits so these little portraits appear around this time. I used pen direct to paper, a daring move I wouldn't do nowadays. I wonder what happened to Vincent in his later years. I am not inquisitive enough to do serious research.
Brown ink tech pen on sketchbook page, 4" x 2". late 1977.
Sunday, November 17, 2019
Sure, this abstract assemblage looks easy. All I had to do is put the shapes and colors wherever I wanted. The typical uneducated response is, "My kid can do that." It's Modern Art, you can fake it, right. Well not to underestimate children, they have a good time with abstraction if you let them play around with it. This panel took more than an hour to do, using the limited design options of the Colorforms game. Each shape was carefully chosen and I used Photoshop tricks to place it exactly where I wanted it. Even so I will admit that this is a doodle constrained by a limited amount of time and energy.
I will never forget my encounter with the original Colorforms kit of black background and colored plastic temporary sticker shapes. I was an arty child from an arty family and went wild over them but I've never had the opportunity to play with it. The first form set is still available and is just as expensive as the original 1950's version.
Photoshop, 5" x 5", November 17, 2019.
Saturday, November 16, 2019
In 1977 I was in Harvard Graduate School studying Greek and Latin classics. I lived in a luxurious dormitory and had a close circle of studious friends. I continued to do a lot of art work, something which eventually ended my career as a classicist. The girl (woman?) you see in this little ink portrait was Mary from Whittier, California, who was not a classical scholar but a modern language student specializing in German and Germanic languages. I drew her with an imaginary beach behind her. She was very "Californian," naturally blonde hair and all. After a few months at Harvard among the snows and ice, she was miserable. The California culture just didn't do well so far removed from the sun. In late summer I visited Southern California with Mary and the reverse was true - I didn't have a good time there either. Within a year all my Harvard friends had scattered, leaving graduate school for other challenges. Mary decided to go to law school instead, and that was the last I ever saw of her.
Brown ink with tech pen on sketchbook page, 4 1/2" x 2 1/2", 1977.
Friday, November 15, 2019
The By-Product is saddened to hear of the passing of Spike MacPhee, space pioneer, virtual reality master, and patron of science fiction artists for many years in the Boston area. Spike was one of my first customers and he placed my art in a virtual gallery in the online world of "Second Life."
Here is the entry I placed on this Blog honoring Spike and his community.
Here is the entry I placed on this Blog honoring Spike and his community.
Thursday, November 14, 2019
The moon is as big as a basketball, at least it seems so. It's not a basketball, though. The November Moon is called the "Beaver Moon" as the critters are preparing for winter these days. You might not be able to see the colorful leaves by night unless you used some artificial, not lunar illumination. This image would take a long time to do if I were using conventional paint but with Photoshop I can splatter color all over the canvas or board without spilling a drop.
Photoshop, 7" x 8", November 14, 2019.
Wednesday, November 13, 2019
This character, "Sepiriz" the giant, appears for a scene or two in Michael Moorcock's 1965 book "Stormbringer." He is at least 8 to 10 feet high, an immortal warrior who joins with Elric in the ultimate battle of Order vs. Chaos. In this phase of his existence he is clad in skimpy furs and drives a huge golden chariot. Moorcock is still alive and active in writing. It would be fun to re-visit his books now and see whether they have aged well. There is a common thread between English fantasists Bulwer-Lytton, Corelli and Moorcock: a dying Empire, a lost super-race, and a Tolkien-inspired diversity of races and creatures.
I brought the Stormbringer book home from Europe and while in my first year at graduate school, I drew many a Moorcock illustration, just for the fun of it. As a scholar of antiquity this type of fantasy set in an ancient world was a rich source for me. Many illustrators have worked on Elric both in word and picture. These range from the psychedelic to the gruesome and grotesque, and if I did any more illustrations I'd probably leave the gore and guts to someone else.
Black ink on sketchbook page, 3" x 5", 1977.
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
You are warned that something horrific is about to take place in this illustration page. It isn't from Corelli, though she wrote this kind of operatic/horror scene into Ardath at least once. The author here is probably Michael Moorcock, who specialized in a mix of fantasy and horror. Many British writers (and French, too!) enjoyed creating massive scenes of "savage ritual" and human sacrifice, inspired by colonialism and historical discoveries. After all, many ancient civilizations practiced human sacrifice, some on a grand scale. Here on this page I'm following the author's detailed verbal description, which I can't find right now but may be in "Stormbringer" by Moorcock. Or it may be another author. There is too much dust on the shelves to find it right now.
In this blood-drenched scene, some helpless soul is about to be dispatched by the huge, muscular black slave (standard race and procedure of antique fantasy) while the dazzling but veiled Evil Priestess-Queen prepares to signal with her scepter. Courtiers in richly colored robes kneel as the ritual proceeds. I don't think you could pay me enough to depict this again. But it was 43 years ago and that might as well be 1876 rather than 1976.
Brown ink colored with watercolor on sketchbook page, 5" x 7 1/2", 1976.