Sketches

A couple unfinished sketches from my sketchbook:

Taken Back

I have an intense visceral reaction during the starting credits to HBO's newest miniseries, The Pacific.

It's someone drawing with charcoal, and the stick keeps breaking from the pressure being applied.

You guys, I can FEEL IT.

I know it.

I know the slight stumble the hand makes when the charcoal stick cracks and breaks.  I know that sensation of charcoal smoothly moving over charcoal.  But also feeling the littlest ridges and dips when on the surface of the paper.  All that graininess.

Without hearing it, I know the sound the charcoal makes while it moves.  Almost high pitched.  Somewhere in-between nails on a chalkboard and nails on sandpaper.  Registering enough to create goosebumps.

And all the loose used up charcoal bits that outline the drawing.  Just waiting there.  Begging to be blown away.

I can hardly take it, just sitting, watching the tv.

Extremely Pathetic Personal Confession #3

It's been a year since getting the new car, but I still loose it in parking lots because I can't remember what it looks like.

At a Friend's Request

A good friend of mine is getting married next month.

Yay 'Stina!

And Phil!

Congratulations!  Again!

I love weddings, and every so often I ask Joe if we can get married again.  Just so I could have another wedding.  We've been married over five years now, and I still pick up bridal magazines whenever I'm at a bookstore.

So, needless to say, I was very happy to help out Christina with a special gift she wanted to give to both sets of parents:  custom silhouette portrait plates.

Adorable.  And even more so with the border of their names and a heart.

It was my first time painting on porcelain - here's the result:

'Stina, I hope you love them in person, and your family enjoys them too.  And I hope you and Phil have many many happy years together.

Love!