Some Recent Sketchbook Entries
Those faces keep appearing
Thought I would show a few drawings completed recently. I’ve been trying to scan my old sketchbooks, but there are so many I always give up.
This is called “Lurches” and does not display the bits of metallic ink. Think it was inspired by the beautiful golden larch trees in October.
There was a Hunters’ Moon, and this odd little fellow came forth. His side-kick is an unknown species perhaps related to weasels or miners’ cats.
This is an older sketch that was a memory of a student at my high school who had a wine dark mark over half his face. Always felt sorry for him, but did I ever speak to him? No way. He was treated as a pariah, and I regret never even smiling at the poor guy.
Another older drawing called “Dryads”, although from their size, weedlings might be more appropriate.
“Unfortunate” is the title of this drawing. I have no idea when I created this, but it was sometime in the 2010s.
I bid you all peace on this Veterans’ Day. I also celebrate 16 years aneurysm free.
There were times when I was the kid with the birth marks and there were times when I was the one who didn't approach the kid with the birth mark and, thinking about that now, how stupid and awful all around
Hi Grimalkin, Sometimes I randomly look about for who’s doing what that I’ve never seen or thought of before. Kerplunk! This hunt I found your fascinating drawings and incisive remarks. Owning our own stuff doesn’t come naturally for most folks. So I admire that you wrote about the fellow in school born with a sizable birthmark covering nearly half his face. Simply avoiding him, never exchanging a word are not unusual reactions. Awkwardness is an is thing, not prone to just evaporate suddenly. I certainly was never taught/encouraged to practice acceptance in such instances. With right and proper Christian parents?? Giving away one’s art set my mind on a contemplative course. So many thoughts it’s best I move along. I’m prone to the two-year old “why, why, whys.” With good fortune for both of us I might come back around like a meteor shower the next time.