Sunday, November 9, 2008

Friday night Skecthes

Friday night I met up with a group of Alumni from graduate school and participated in a four-hour life drawing session. It was nice to get the opportunity to draw from the model. Life drawing is probably the most important thing an artist can do. It is like lifting weights for the eyes. Some artists tend to spend hours and hours on a single pose working to perfect the image. I found that the shorter the pose the more your eye is focusing on the subject; my mind and eye tend to wander when given a long pose. The images that I am showing here were all five-minute poses, meaning that the model changed her pose every five minutes. This causes me to draw fast and focus on the design and composition of the page as well as the anatomy, value scale and contours of the subject. This is the equivalent of bench pressing less weight but doing more reps.

All of these images were drawn in my moleskin sketchbook with a bic flare pen. I then used water to do the washes smudging the ink from the line before it dried.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Last Night

Last night America stood hand and hand and let the rest of the world know that we accept the failure of the last 8 years and we are ready to move on. We showed the world that we could be the America we should be. A progressive nation, a nation willing to change and grow, a nation of greatness. America is once again truly the land of the free and the home of the brave, a nation of hope and a nation that has proven that anything is possible. I have never been so proud of us as I am today I have never loved my country more then I do right now.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


I’m turning 30 this week. Am I supposed to be happy or sad? There is way to many stigmas attached to what a man is supposed to do or be at 30. I am a father and a husband and I have my small piece of land in Long Island but for some reason this is not making me smile. When I was 25 all I wanted was to be a father husband and have my small piece of land by the time I was 30 and now here I am having met those goals but I am still the sad clown the prisoner behind bars. Blah Blah Blah screw me. I hate my birthday