Winged Things

This morning I’ve answered the call. There has been an overwhelming vote for Flights of Whimsy subject matter and so I put my imagination hat on and out came a winged figure. Angels don’t hold any particular interest to me but I have always been fascinated by winged things – birds, butterflies, dragonflies, sirens, griffins, harpies, faeries, the legend of the phoenix and so on. There is something so lovely and structured in the wing which takes fantastic shapes and angles. The idea of flight seems endlessly enchanting for humans so I don’t think I’m alone. I suppose my inspiration...

Of the Sea

I‘ve just finished up a seashell study for this morning that I’d love to spend another four hours on so that I can get all of the details correct but that’s not how this exercise is designed. I have to be happy with what comes out of me in about thirty minutes which is quite difficult in the study of a seashell. If you ever want a challenge, draw a shell. They have texture and pattern and intricacy near unmatched in nature. They are certainly a challenge for me, especially in thirty minutes and certainly for my second sketch. That...

And So Eye Begin

Truth be told, it took three cups to get me going this morning. Getting up an hour earlier than usual after a restless night of sleep with a restless two year old requires three cups especially for soul searching and drumming up of youthful rituals. So that’s three cups, three-ish sugars each adding up to one seriously sugared up me and a pretty good idea of where to begin. I can’t think of anything more fitting than to start with the eye. For as long as I can remember, I’ve drawn eyes. I don’t think it’s a particularly unique subject...

Hello me. Long time no see.

So once upon a time I was an artist or at least I thought that I could have been or people told me I was or something like that. I don’t know what constitutes art. I don’t know what makes someone an artist. I know that I feel renewed when I create something. I know that I find myself in it, that I am at my best when I don’t neglect it. So, I embark on a ritual perhaps more for myself than for anyone, to create a sketch, one sketch, every morning for an entire month. In college, which...