on drawing. pen, paper, pencil. it's all good.

so why drawing?

drawing for me is expressive, passionately and impulsively - an almost accidental emotive expression of sight to experience on paper. paper itself lending to the expression; white, cream, black, it doesn't matter as long as the contrast is there. my fingers intuitively know they belong wrapped around a mark maker... something smooth that i can damage and use, like this pen. i press and pull it. this pen almost pours itself upon this smooth wood and paste staining it, allowing me to alter what once was with my desire.

i could just as easily wet my tongue and lick and stroke this surface. it is that willing for my carress.

through her fingers

my newest creation.. working, working for a long time on it... really proud of the emotions that it has both come from and it reminds me of. disappointment. loss.

still, a work in progress.

jordan

the kids posing for me.

eastern bluebird fatty

a christmas present for dad, this fat feathered eastern bluebird looks over his shoulder at the work i'm putting in on him. enjoyed drawing today. its sister drawing is already prepped and ready to go.

on site at lakefork looking for gods breath

this was my lake fork excursion or explosion. paint throwing can get a little wild. frustrating how i can tell myself don't do this... then immediately do the very thing i was trying to avoid. well, it's a new color pallet for me and all-in-all... i like it very much.

multimedia and lighting effects

My lovely daughter, Stacyann, posed for me this afternoon while i experimented with multimedia. thanks SA!

i could have messed with this for another hour to adjust the lights and darks. unfortunately, timeliness prevails.

forgive the beard, daughter! love, mom