Drawings are at once the heartbeat, the bones, the musculature, and the spirit of all art. Drawings constitute a unique language for each artist, and the viewer is privileged to glimpse the skeletal elements of the art process first-hand. Drawings are personal: they reveal , they are intended as notes, they are a means to an end, and they represent the embryo of genius...the moment of an artist's truth.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Camouflage
'Tho you attempt to camouflage your jealousy and insecurity amidst humor and sugar-coated conversation, I can see right through you.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Camouflague
Like camouflague, I will receed into the background of the ifri world. I told myself that I would keep my posting streak alive (94 posts), in so much as I received comments. Seeing that I received a whopping "zero" on my last post, I am now relinquished from my posting duties!
My life is much too busy to waste time posting in vane. No - don't think that I will stop drawing...not at all, you just will not see what I do. After all, isn't that what camouflague does?
Happy illustrating...it's been fun!
My life is much too busy to waste time posting in vane. No - don't think that I will stop drawing...not at all, you just will not see what I do. After all, isn't that what camouflague does?
Happy illustrating...it's been fun!
Friday, June 15, 2007
Rejection
During the upcoming holiday, take time to remember the young men and women who walked upon our soil over 200 years ago; their rejection of the subjugation of British rule gave us the freedoms that we experience today. The red stripes in our flag have been paid with a great price.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Suit
This is a quick pastel sketch done from memory of the valley below our new property. It is a view that will suit me just fine.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Paradise
Narrow is the path...
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Midway along the road of our life,
I found myself in a darkened wood,
where the true path had been obscured.
Oh, how hard it is to speak of it,
this savage, wild and fearsome wood;
the thought of it renews my terror!
More bitter is it than is death itself;
but to reveal to you the good I found,
I must talk of the other things I saw.
From La Divina Commedia di Dante: Inferno by Dante Alighieri
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