Friday, July 31, 2020
Thursday, July 30, 2020
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Monday, July 27, 2020
Larvae and worms occupy my date stamps for mid-July. There are seven date stamps on this page, can you find them all? The blank spaces are for words, which I erased before posting here. I'm still having lots of browser and software update problems, issues, whatevers. Bloggle, if you want me to post, then tell me where the button to push for "new posting" is! Maybe the truth is that, as a friend diplomatically advised me, the weblog or traditional "blog" is obsolete and if you want to write and make an online diary, go on Instagram. Or do your blogging by video. Trust me, you don't want to see me in my studio when the blue light from my screen turns me into an aging alien.
Ink, markers, Photoshop on sketchbook page, 8" x 7 1/2", July 2020.
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Wednesday, July 22, 2020
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
Monday, July 20, 2020
Sunday, July 19, 2020
My hostess was thrilled to go in and see the museum, but it cost a lot for just replicas so while she toured I sat outside and drew this drawing of part of the building. In 1998 it was somewhat shabby but since then it has been completely renovated with new exhibits added and new ancient wisdom revealed.
Brown tech pen ink and colored pencils on sketchbook page, 7 1/2" x 5 1/2", July 15, 1998. Click on image for a larger view.
Saturday, July 18, 2020
Brown tech pen on lavishly decorated sketchbook page, 4" x 7", July 14,1998.
Friday, July 17, 2020
The religious group's meeting took place in Burlingame, a fancy ritzy suburb of San Francisco. The old convent was surrounded by beautiful gardens, and for this East Coaster the birdwatching was great. Every bird I saw except common ones like starlings or sparrows was new to me! There were hawks, hummingbirds, finches, and woodpeckers, all of which I could now place on my "life list." I also managed to draw these two little drawings in my sketchbook.
Unfortunately, I was suffering badly from a mouth or tooth infection which was very painful. I only kept it tolerable by taking lots of Aleve pain reliever. I wanted to go home but I decided to stay at the meeting anyway.
Colored pencils on sketchbook page, 6" x 2", July 11, 1998.
Thursday, July 16, 2020
Brown ink and colored pencil on sketchbook page, 4" x 4", July 10, 1998.
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Tuesday, July 14, 2020
Now we are done with the Pagan fans in Maryland, and within a few days I am off to California for a meeting of my religious group, equally hairy and esoteric-minded. Our West Coast members are hosting us in a very nice retreat venue that used to be a convent. So we are being nuns for a few days. Depicted here is Dulles International Airport, with the Japanese flag hanging with all the other country flags from the roof. There are vendors' booths in the hallway.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 7 1/2", July 9, 1998.
Monday, July 13, 2020
Sunday, July 12, 2020
The guy in red at the top of the page is the chairman of the convention. Year after year this well-connected Pagan personality arranged guests, made sure the hotel was pleased with our use of their space, viewed schedules, and saw that guests were at least somewhat satisfied. Graphic design and logos were my responsibility, though I didn't design the red shirt. I did ten T-shirt logos and program covers during my time with this convention. I am not naming any names here but anyone in the Pagan community near me will know who the red shirted character is. The average attendance at this convention was between a hundred and two hundred weekenders, with more coming in as one-day guests.
The question is: Does this convention still exist? I couldn't find it at first, not even through Google, but I finally found it. At that point, in 2014, there were three "inheritor" conventions with the same theme. Finally I found that this convention had been "folded in" to another less playful and more serious educational event. Even so, the Difficulties have forced all of these meetings into a "virtual" or perhaps "astral-projected" format.
Black tech pen and colored pencils on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 8 1/2", July 3, 1998.
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Here we are with our friendly Pagan priest, top image. During my years among the Pagans I knew him fairly well. He was a fun guy except when he was having an emotional, financial, or health crisis, which was often. But that could be said about a lot of Pagans I knew. The bottom image is a vendor's stand in the dealers' room, where it was easy to spend a lot of money on books, trinkets, and my art. All of this community was already declining due to the aging and infirmities of fans and with the plague many if not all conventions and meetings have been cancelled or postponed.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 8 1/2", July 2, 1998.
Friday, July 10, 2020
The conventions I went to in 1998 were either fantasy themed, or Pagan/New Age, or some combination of both. The Neo-Pagan community was closely knit (and many of them were knitters, too) so there was always something to have in common and enjoy talking about. It was a family with the good and bad of a "real" family. Costumes were accepted but not required.
These two robed and bearded patriarchs were "important" men in the community who organized conventions, held get-togethers, and assisted people in their careers, fortunes, and misfortunes. On the left is an organizer, counselor, and ritualist priest; the larger figure to right is an artist who specialized in Pagan and erotic themed art. I had an art exhibit at this convention and also gave a presentation, as I remember. I even sold some art there.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 8 1/2", July 2, 1998.
Thursday, July 9, 2020
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
If there is anything in my world that would qualify as "most seen" and "most boring" it would be the endless proliferation of parking lots in front of store clusters. I have lived here for more than thirty years and parking my car among others in the lot is a lifetime pre-occupation. Sitting in front of Starbucks sipping coffee is another life-time activity. This drawing depicts a Starbucks customer who is also enjoying a smoke. This is twenty-three years ago, when smoking outdoors was still permitted. When I first came to this area you could smoke wherever you wanted. The stink of cigarettes was everywhere. More and more restrictions were added and nowadays I hardly smell it at all. You can still smoke in designated areas but it is now rare to see public smokers in our urban environment. It's an example of enforced changes in a lifestyle, just like the virus-fighting face masks that are suddenly part of daily life for many folks. Just don't burn your mask with your cigarette.
Black tech pen on sketchbook page, 5 1/2" x 7 1/2", April 6, 1998.
Monday, July 6, 2020
Vegetables and fruit. This is what I'm supposed to eat. Sometimes I do, but not all the time. You see here broccoli, a red pepper, and two plums, partially wrapped in a tablecloth. Note the hidden wine glass. Still life art is easier than portrait art because your portraitee doesn't squirm around and talk. And then you eat your subject.
Markers on sketchbook page, 7" x 3 1/2", July 5, 2020.
Sunday, July 5, 2020
Saturday, July 4, 2020
Re-visiting the postings of earlier days, here's the image of the yearly fireworks vending area which I posted back in 2008 when this Blog was just starting. It's there again now and business is brisk as folks stock up on explosives. The weather was different today in 2020, brightness and heat, too hot for me to set up my drawing station. My colored pencils would melt! I hope you don't mind seeing this image again, after 12 years! Stuff like this, I can hardly believe.
Ink and colored pencil on lavishly illustrated 1998 sketchbook journal page June 27, posted June 2008, re-posted July 4, 2020.
Friday, July 3, 2020
Thursday, July 2, 2020
I think what we wine lovers miss most about the bio-constraints we are currently in, is our wine explorations in the Virginia countryside and the glory of the sip. This vine looks like an Art Nouveau decorative panel but it's there for the wine and inspiring art is only part of its joy. Many times we drank the golden nectar of Naked Mountain's creation, taking it for granted that the Chardonnay and the Cabernet Franc would always be there for us. And then a conscious-less phenomenon of nature swept them away. Sure, we can always contrive work-arounds at outdoor wine set-ups but the arrangement always has that element of bio-terror or bio-paranoia lurking underneath.
The vintners have not abandoned their vines. We will sip again, don't know when. For now, the green image must sustain us.
Photo from Naked Mountain vineyard, 11" x 14."
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
My birthday was June 25, and these are the little tiles I put behind my date entry for my sketchbook journal. I am represented by the orange rocket plane at left, which is an image of "Glamorous Glennis." She was the inspiring wife of pilot Chuck Yeager, the first man to break the sound barrier. He named his supersonic plane after her. Believe it or not, Yeager is still with us at age 97. His historic flight was in October 1947. The pink and orange swoops symbolize the sound barrier. I remember hearing "sonic booms" in my childhood as supersonic jets passed overhead.
Markers, altered with Photoshop, 8" x 2 1/2", June 2020.
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