blooming

i noticed that i use my rapidograph pen so much differently than i use my bamboo pen.
i feel like i can be more expressive with my bamboo pen.
drawing with my rapidograph pen feels more restrained
more
controlled.
i’m not sure i like it….

however, i did a series of drawings the other night–clearly effected by the heat.
this is the first one.

more figure drawing

this is a nice way to get out of my usual rut.
to celebrate that i can still
grow
still
change
still learn new tricks
despite the half century mark’s
rapid arrival.

the featured drawing is one out of my own little head inspired by the work of lucy k draws

i drew two more using models out of a vanity fair…it’s a bit of a challenge finding a variety of body shapes in a mainstream magazine….

a half century of me

a week from today i will have survived for one half of a century.
(that is the best way my brain can interpret what is happening)
i have never struggled with a number before…but i really really do not feel like i could possibly be this old.

rage & sorrow

i don’t know which way is up.
it’s a bad time of year for me.
my mom’s burial…the anti-versary of being molested on the exact same day my dog died…the fourth of july…my dad’s birthday…then my birthday….
i’m hoping to stabilize by mid-july?

haiku doin’?

the rain did stop. the
sun did come out. mosquitoes
remained the constant.

more delightful art journal pages written while camping in wisconsin instead of funeraling in texas.

escape from texas

i did not go to my mother’s funeral…i went camping instead.
i just could not gamble
on going from a “green” state
to a “red” one
willingly
exposing my family
to the stigma
of traveling in the time of covid
i have a lot of mixed feelings about this.
and a couple of journal pages….

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