Tuesday, August 24, 2010


A cat kneads into my stomach as I think about a few things...firstly, how much I like fluffy ginger cats. Secondly, whom to paint. And then...all those other things.

I have a hard time working for working's sake as opposed to working for the sake of building something...a personal trait I had not really known about myself until just now. It isn't about the work ethic. I derive much personal satisfaction from working tirelessly if it is for something worthy of the effort. And I'm getting a clearer picture of the kind of goal that would be worthy of the effort. In the meantime, I come to a much more thorough understanding of the corporate world and why I am a full supporter of local and small business. And always will be.

No more getting my toothpaste from wal-mart.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Like riding a bicycle.

Today, I am buying a canvas, to put all my other canvases to shame. Because I miss paint.

6' X 6'

Sunday, August 15, 2010

here and there

Sometimes I get discouraged because I don't spend nearly "enough" time with a sketchbook...but all of my intended-to-be sketchbooks end up being covered in about this percentage of writing over drawing anyways. I should just start calling it a journal...of sorts.

These are old (about 2 years). I've been going through old things and noticing trends here...drawings on napkins and writing in sketchbooks...

Monday, August 2, 2010

Bad Music/Audio Doodle

I have no access to a scanner here, nor do I have my camera. I can't upload any new images so I'm left to clearing out my media files and bringing back some old things.

This audio file isn't of these two people playing...they are far better than I am. This is what I consider an "audio doodle," which from me means bad music. But I feel the same way about playing with music as I do about playing with imagery, so I dabble, regardless of a lack of formal teaching. This clip is from February 20th. I was home alone with my keyboard and this was the result.

Side note: I walked three miles to find a Borders in Charlotte and started reading Seven Years in Tibet. It's giving me a new interest in Oriental art and design, as Harrer's descriptions of what he sees are beautiful.