Hey, it’s flashback Friday! I’m digging out something from a sketchbook circa 2008. Advertisements
“Hope will never be silent.” – Harvey Milk I am working on a long-term portrait project with a private collector. The series highlights humanitarians who risked their lives for their cause. (Many ended up being martyred for them, like the latest portraits in this post.) The portraits are in black and white, with a small… Continue reading New Portraits in a Special Series…
I was lamenting my hormonal woes and how they can lead me to feel out of control of my emotions when the menstrual monster is lurking under the bed. A friend commented “It’s like the drunk text of womanhood.” That phrase was so apt. I knew I had to draw it in some capacity. Well,… Continue reading The Drunk Text of Womanhood
Every year in late spring Wilmington turns its skating rink into an outdoor beach themed beer garden, complete with sand, boardwalk, and lounge chairs. It’s pretty fun. Last night I made my annual pilgrimage there. Sketching, drinking, and putting your toes in the sand makes for a rather enjoyable night.
While on a road trip to Maine this weekend I stopped to sketch some of the cityscape. Below is the view on Middle Street in Portland, Maine.
Whatsoever I’ve feared has Come to life Whatsoever I’ve fought off Became my life Just when everyday Seemed to greet Me with a smile Sunspots have faded And now I’m doing time Cause I fell on Black days
New watercolor piece inspired by library life.