Second Grade Teacher

Do you remember your second grade teacher? Remember what he/she looked like? Ever tried to draw him/her? I went for the challenge and though it looks nothing like her, it was fun trying.

Blast from the Past

I was going through my morning doodle sketchbooks - looking for ideas for a Color and Design project for school. I ran across this drawing I like - I did it in 2005. Though it is a woman on a bench it was inspired by the Mexican gentlemen who sit and chat with friends on the Watsonville City Park benches every day.

Breakthrough?

This morning's doodle. From nowhere (must be somewhere) comes this breakthrough of sorts.

I'm Here

...Well maybe not here. But I am around - in school - so busy. I hope to have something to post soon.
Until then ...

Everyday Suprises

Every morning (I miss one here and there) I climb up to my loft and push out a drawing. I may spend one minute or two hours with the ink and colored pencils - it just depends on the variables I am faced with on that morning. Though the mood, amount of detail and the subject matter change - the surprise and excitement I feel when I see the completed drawing rarely waivers. The joy comes not from - hey, that's a great drawing, but from the wow of where did that come from? How did nothingness turn into those lines and those shapes? In the beginning I face the empty page with no conscious thought, no stress about how it should look, no concern about judgment from myself or others. In the end I am rewarded with a little expression of myself I didn't know existed. I find this space a special place to be whether drawing, painting, photographing, writing, sculpting - whatever art form you choose. Do you feel it too?

Going, going, going

I took this photo at least a month ago but it just occurred to me right now that I like it. The contradiction between relaxation and going, going, going (by foot and plane) is appealing to me.

MIA

I have been wanting to take a certain photograph for the last two weeks but I haven't been able to find my point and shoot which I think is the ideal camera for this photo. It tends to be a little more subtle than my slr. I can't find my little buddy. It seems to be gone. I consider myself fairly organized. Even when my home gets a little messy I know things like my keys, wallet and my point and shoot are in one of three or four places. I have looked in those places at least 4 times now in hopes I missed it the first, second and third times. I can't find it. It's gone. Am I going to have to take my polaroid with me to get this photo? Hmmm. That might actually be the best way to capture the moment.
We'll see.
All I know is I want my point and shoot to come home now.