Last night I woke up a little after 2:30. I got up turned off the heat and went back to bed. I then proceeded to toss and turn for the next half an hour. The Muse had struck and my brain would not stop.
I guess it started last night. I came home from work with a drawing that I had started at work. It was for a project a friend and I are working on. I worked on that drawing until my wife and kids came home, then tried to work some more, but fatherhood called and I needed to stop drawing. So finishing that is, what I guess got my brain started.
Jump back to three am. My brain is racing and I realize that I'm not going to go back to sleep, so I may as well just get up, get to work and quiet my brain.
So I worked on my tree-I got it scanned and adjusted properly-then started messing with it. I also did some work online. And on my drive home, my car started to over heat, so I stopped at Michael's and picked up a few things. On thing was this set of markers that were on clearance. So I had to try them out and see how they worked. The little doodle above and below is the result-I'd say they work pretty good. I also got a white gel pen-OMG that is the best dollar forty-nine I've ever spent
I don't know if you can tell, but I totally botched the mouth and chin, so I started to cross it out and as I was doing so said-beard!-I think it worked out pretty well.
I had intended to get up for a minute or two then go to bed, but I ended up staying up until my usual time to get up-whoops! Oh well, at least I got some work done.
Lucas has found three stuffed doggies, a blue one a brown one and a white one. The blue one is named Ruf, the brown one is named Poop (because he's brown) and the white one is named Whipped as in whipped cream.
The other night Mommy was laying down with Logan and Lucas and I were playing. He walked up to me with Ruf in his hand and a diaper in the other. He stands next to me, looks up and says-he needs his diaper daddy. So I put on his diaper. He needs a cover too daddy. I put on a cover (we cloth diaper). So now we have a smallish stuffed dog with three times its weight and half its size in a diaper and a cover. Cute no?
We decided to go for a ride up to the store. Lucas said that we had to take his doggy with him and we had to put him in Logan's car seat(buckled of course-safety first) . Then, so he wouldn't get bored on the trip, Lucas gave him a book to read.
I was doing a bit of cleaning the other day and I stumbled upon my old Moleskine sketchbook, so I figured that I'd scan a few favorites to share.
This was my response to the Madrid bombing.
After the bombing there were protest and many of the people had painted their hands red with a black ribbon painted in the middle. This was one of the hands.
Lucky number thirteen. Just a little experiment-her eyes are too small, but other than that I like it.
I love drawing birds. I don't know why. I'm mostly happy with this one-I wish that I would have inked it, but other than that its not to bad. (I know I'm my own worst critic.)
Every year our neighborhood has a Winter Festival at the community center across the street from our house. They rent a snow maker and give us a nice area filled with snow for the kids to play in. So picture a big green patch of grass with a little rectangle of snow in it and all the neighborhood kids crammed in this small patch of snow and have a massive snowball fight.
This year we missed the big festival. We were out and about, at my parents and just forgot. But on the 23rd Heidi had to go Christmas shopping for Lucas, so I stayed home with him and after a while Lucas and I decided to go to the park. By now it had been three days since the festival and all that was left of the snow was a little patch of iced over snow about the size of a large cookie sheet. Lucas and I played in that snow until there wasn't any left and it was the most fun I've had in a long time.
Lucas would grab a handful of snow and pitch it to me and I would kick it, the ice exploding and showering all over Lucas. Then we would laugh and laugh. For about an hour that day I forgot about bills and all the stress in my life and I just had fun with my son. We would pitch snowballs at each other and wound up soaked, but it was worth it. This was one of those glories of Christmas's from long long ago that we will talk about for years to come.
My wife just called me to let me know that it's snowing over at the house. While on the phone with her I could hear Lucas in the background yelling, "it's Christmas, it's Christmas!" I'm kind of sad that the first time he gets to experience snow is without me. At least I was kind of there.
I love snow, I grew up in Colorado and snow is one of the things that I miss most. So to celebrate this wonderful cold snowy day I give you the first part of a story that I'm working on called "The Faerie Queen's Groom". I'm still editing it, but I'll give you a taste:
The storm clouds slowly gathered above the Rocky Mountains, and made their way east, over the continental divide, down through the foothills and slowly started to unload their cargo over the sleeping population of
In a weeks time I was going to move to
I had sat and watched the snow begin to fall outside and I realized that this might be one of the last times I got to see snow. I had watched the first few flakes flutter down to earth like little white butterflies slowly spinning down towards earth and thoughts began to oscillate through my mind. I remembered when my father first told me that we were moving to
I had imagined myself playing in the snow and building snowmen and I quickly became excited about moving to
When we got there we played in the snow and made my first snowman-I named him Frosty. Mom and Dad let me play on my own while they went off to make sandwiches for lunch. I had made my way to the edge of the field near the trees, when suddenly I noticed a snowshoe hare. He had stopped moving when he saw me, and he looked up at me. Our eyes met and it felt as if I could understand what he was thinking, then suddenly he appeared to beckon me forward with his front paw. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! The hare slowly broke eye contact with me and started to move along the trees, I quickly followed along behind him. Up ahead there was a break in the trees and the hare turned into it, the break turned out to be a pathway in the snow, surrounded by thick undergrowth and tall trees that were as dark as night and almost made an arch over the path like an isle in a church. The hare stopped and turned around to make sure that I was still following behind him, and seeing that I was he turned and went further up the path. I should have been afraid of this path through the woods, but for some reason I wasn’t afraid, I felt as though I was being pulled along and that whatever met me at the end of the path would not hurt me.
We came to the end of the path and there was a large circle, the trees towering above me now twisted and twined upward making a dome shape, and if you looked just right you would swear that you were not surrounded by trees, but in the high alter of a church. Suddenly the wind began to pick up and in the center of the circle the wind began to swirl around, picking up snow and making a tornado of sorts. Just as soon as the wind had started it stopped and in the center of the circle there was now standing a woman. She was wearing a white dress and on her head laid a crown of gold and diamonds arranged like fell boughs of rowan. She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen in my life; she wore her reddish-brown locks in a pile of curls atop her head and had the most amazing blue eyes that I had ever seen. She reached out her gloved hand to me, and I reached mine out to take hers, but as soon at we touched, she vanished into thin air. I had closed my eyes in disbelief and shook my head “She can’t have disappeared” I thought to myself, and I fully believed that when I opened my eyes she would still be standing there in front of me. I slowly opened my eyes only to find that I was no longer in the trees, but in the middle of the field. I looked all around, but I couldn’t even see the break in the trees, there was only a solid wall all the way across....
I hope you like it. Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment section. And stay warm.
While up in the attic getting down my Christmas decorations, I stumbled across a box of my old drawings from 1988-1989. I was in Junior High in the 8th grade and at the height of my sk8r days (as you can tell from the artwork). I figured that I'd scan some in and share them with the world. The first one is of Christian Hosoi. He was such an amazing skater, I'm glad that he's finally gotten his life back on track.
I can't for the life of me remember which deck this is from, but it's a detail of it, whatever it is. The cool thing about it was that I drew in while we were on vacation up in the Colorado mountains somewhere. I had just finished it and left it on the table while we went out to dinner. When we came back I realized that we had left a window open and a light misty rain blew into the drawing. It actually ended up creating a cool effect on the blue hands. So it was a nice happy accident.
Santa Cruz Speed Wheels-I just loved the hands and the arteries making up the text. Gross but cool. This was one of the first times that I drew a successful hand. Later on in high school we had to do drawings of our hands-I just had to revisit this theme.
I think that this was a Pushead ripoff-combined with a TSOL logo. When I pulled this one out to scan it, Lucas said - scary monster Daddy. Then I scanned it and it was up on my computer screen and he looked at it, then up at the scanner, then back at the screen, and you could just see the wheels in his head turning-Hey Daddy, your drawing is on the computer....
Thanks for indulging me in this trip down amnesia lane. I have some more so if I have time I may just post some more.