With my new colored pencils, I rediscovered the feeling of sorcery, remembering that we see with our brains, not with our eyes.
Tag: Art
A discussion on Newton’s apple incident and the laws of gravity leads (logically) to a pencil sketch of a daydreaming dog
A decomposing rat found (by its odor) in an unexpected place – a rental van owned by a self-proclaimed car-hater.
A friend’s reminder that “drawing is good for the soul” inspired a sketch a bottle cap from an IPA, a rarity in Madagascar.
In “Carey: Genesis of the Song,” My friend Cary Raditz transcends the cane-wielding character trapped in the Joni Mitchell song.
The name “Mr. Normal” came to me instantly. I was disappointed in myself.
What do you do when you’ve used your last square of toilet paper, and the hoarders have raided all the rolls from the stores?
A couple of guys from the country music bar penetrated into the Oingo Boingo show. This is what happened.
It’s obvious – if anyone who would stop feasting on delicious frozen Smurf flesh for just one second and reflect on it.
Bonehead made me realize that my pencil-and-paper sketching skills have deteriorated from neglect.