and a couple of more...

more sketchy moments!

a few sketches from a recent doc sketchy session...

Something for mom...

Here's a little sketch for a painting I'm making for me mum.
Yes... there's a meaning to it. Otherwise, it'd be pretty odd for me to give
a painting of some kid sitting on a rhino.
Yeeeears ago... back when I was in fourth grade, my mom and a teacher/parent conference. I didn't find out until a few months later what they'd talked about. But, apparently, my teacher, Mr Orbech was telling mom that he wanted to place me into one of those school for the gifted. In his hands, he was showing mom something I wished I could find again. It was a spiral bounded notebook that drawings after drawings from my Empire Strikes Back movie picture book. I guess you could say that this was the next step towards my destiny as an ar-teest.
Unfortunately, my grades in math wasn't up to par for this particular school.
Anyhoo, during the time I was sitting at my desk while they were chatting, I was crafting together a paper rhino.
If anything, this painting, a memory...

D'oh... a deer. Not a female deer.

I'm liking painter a lot... pre-bedtime speed paint of a deer dude.

fun with Painter 10

Uh... title pretty much says it all. I done speed paint me an old school kind of spy. Being sick sucks.

ugh.

Just coming through a case of the sneezies. Good times. After the last couple of days, I wouldn't be surprised if the stock prices of Kleenex skyrocketed after my investment in boxes of their product. Lost a lot of painting time since I've been rendered almost useless. So, now it's time to get back in biz...
Thought I'd do a quick sketch before crawling back into hibernation...

yet another venture in places long lost seen...

For the longest time, sitting in the hallway of my living room sat a large framed canvas primed for painting. It glares at me every time I walk past it.
Not too long ago, out of sheer curiosity, I picked up a pack of water based oil paints. I wasn't sure what I was going to paint with it. All I knew was, something was at play upstairs in the right side of my brain. Days later, I finally opened the box of oils. With a no. 6 flathead brush, I dipped it into blue and threw a dash onto the canvas. I made a pact between my conscious and my imagination to trust myself for whatever came to mind. I went straight to painting with disregard to any kind of concept and sketch. Well... almost, as seen in my last post.
I'm still not sure what the end result will be. But, right now? It doesn't matter.

I took a break and captured the progress. Some details are a little difficult to see. But, that'll be taken care of soon...

I wish discovered this new love for oil paints much earlier. Then again, there's a reason why things happen that should be accepted without question.