make more art

Bah.. I’ve fallen into a rut where everything I create has a striking resemblance to the last thing I drew…

It’s all free flowing water, female form, and trees.

I need to evolve.

The thing about being almost blind is it’s 30% sight 70% improvision.
As a kid still lifes and portraits really discouraged me from art, but I think those exercises could be good for me right now, going back to the basics without cutting corners..

I’ve just been sketching what I see wherever I go, ask strangers for nouns and verbs, and started a box of magazine clippings.

Soon I’d like to get a better digital camera with an awesome zoom so I can start really understanding portraits.

20×12”
Wish the camera had picked up on the depth of the color more..

Ah well.. I’m still happy with it all things considered..

I added the final touches to a few drawings from my Seattle sketchbook..

Pen & Pastel

Graphite, Colored Pencil, & Pastel

Pen & Pastel

These are mostly finished, all except pastel accentuations I needed my art supplies in Vegas to add…

Some friends and I are talking about getting an indie production company together with no profit in mind..
Hey, embraced poverty when we decided to be artists, writers, and musicians..
We just want to make enough money to keep the thing running and pay for our supplies.

There are instances when the world stops spinning and the static becomes a quiet lull.
Oh, I don’t know.. one moment I’m straining to draw and then next I’m compelled to tear apart the page to start fresh, clean and lovely, a line here, a line there, my fingertips sketching in a frenzy until several hours later I’d finished this, my first charcoal since February.

18×17”

The hourglass tips and I’m not sure where the time goes.
For the first in over half a year I could stand the reflection of myself long enough to create so it may be nothing amazing, hell, its my first attempt even playing with art pens, but its done and I’ve no urge to burn it.
That is sunlight piercing Alaskan winter.