Thursday
Aug112011

Saab 99 yard ornament

Only temporarily, Tina, I promise. This is the motor and automatic transmission that came out of the gray 1978 Saab 99GLE, parked in the side yard until I can figure out where to put it and how to get it there. Nevin and I, along with a couple of strong teenagers to whom I paid $5 apiece, muscled it off the trailer and onto my children's old wagon last Friday, then I pulled it around onto the grass by the patio and covered it with a sheet of 6 mil poly, tied down with clothesline and weighted with old wheels from a 900. Instant junkyard! But it's a good, working vintage powerplant waiting for a new set of wheels to drive, and I couldn't just throw it away. Besides, it made a really challenging subject for this morning's wake up sketch.

7B Caran d'Ache graphite with a smattering of watercolor pencil, 8 1/4 x 11 9/16

detail of the engine; note the air conditioning compresser bracket, and the Hemmings sticker on the wagon in the full view.

Wednesday
Aug102011

let's MAKE A MESS!

Enough of this careful, delicate drawing crap. It makes me nuts trying to hold back the energy. I grabbed a 9B Caran d'Ache and just let it burn yesyesYES!!! I love these pencils - they're the softest, richest, blackest graphite pencils available. It isn't possible to do timid, fastidious . . .  I don't know how to say it without using BADWORDS and I'm trying not to do that on this blog, so I'd better just stop and post the drawing.

later thoughts: Sometimes I enjoy working patiently and lingering over detail, but more often, I feel itchy and confined when I try to do that. The way that I completed this drawing is more authentic to how I saw and felt what I was drawing. The deep shadows, the translucency of the old glass ashtray, the reflections in the lamp base, the rough texture of the pipe bowl. Drawing can be very intimate in its directness.

messy drawing of a messy table, 8 1/4 x 11 9/16, watercolor pencils and 9B graphite

detail of the Rad Davis Rhodesian

Wednesday
Aug102011

The Black Hole

At the risk of sounding self indulgent, narcissistic, or just plain inappropriately open, I'm going to share my experience of the past 36 hours, in the hope that at least someone who reads this will gain something useful from my telling it. Among my friends and family it's common knowledge that I have an uneven temperament, but yesterday I found myself stuck inside of a black despondency that I've rarely known. Tina, my children, and even the dog are away, so I'm alone here, which is something that I usually am able to savor. Instead, I got the perfect storm: isolation, overwhelming feelings of inadequacy relative to work, parenting, and general self worth, worries about finances, and a terrible case of intestinal cramps. I knew that there were things that I should have been doing to push through the mood. I couldn't even bring myself to call my wife or a friend for moral support. I was as close to paralysis as I could remember ever being. After an unproductive day of trying to accomplish something, I forced myself to go out for a bite to eat, just to be around people, then came home and went to bed early, hoping for a better day to dawn.

This morning, I was up early, and it was cool and beautiful outside. The cramps had mostly subsided. I followed some routines that have helped me in the past, including doing a drawing. A road crew was getting ready to grind up the pavement in front of our house in preparation for a new layer of asphalt. I did a sketch of the big machine that does the heavy work, then made a copy of it and walked out and gave it to the pilot, who was surprised and delighted to receive such a thing. I sent some tobacco to a pipe carver who I knew would enjoy it. I wrote a brief but nice note to my wife. I ironed a shirt and pants then walked instead of getting a ride for the mile or so to Swedish Motors to collect my car from being serviced. I went to a meeting at my son's school to discuss the year's agenda with his teachers and support team. And I'm launching back into my work as soon as I finish writing this post. With vigor.

Depression is still poorly understood, and scoffed at by many who haven't really experienced it, seen as an over-hyped excuse for laziness. For those who have felt its teeth though, it is a vicious black maw that shreds even the memory of how it feels to want to be alive. It's as real as joy. I'm fortunate that I knew how to find my way out of it. Yesterday I didn't think so, and if you've ever been there, you know what I mean. I started today by doing small, caring things for other people, and I think that, along with what I can only call grace, helped. So thanks to the anonymous road worker who inspired me to do this sketch, and thanks to the source of that grace, whatever the source might be.

Pavement grinder, 8 1/4 x 11 9 16, 2B pencil

close up view of the grinder

Monday
Aug082011

Snapshot

Now here's something that I never do, at least not in a sketchbook: start a drawing with the intention of leaving it to complete later. I couldn't sleep, got up before 5, stumbled up to the studio, checked email and went to my usual internet haunts, then walked up the steps to the loft where I had left a pipe smoker's mess on the coffee table next to my reading/tv chair. Twenty minutes into the drawing and feeling good about the perspective and foreshortening looking decent, I decided to take the fifteen minutes I had left before my alarm went off to signal that the day's business was upon me, and just try to finish sketching the outlines of what I might come back late this afternoon on my return, to complete. I usually don't have this luxury, because I'm most often drawing under rapidly shifting light conditions and feel compelled to hurry. But the object in the upper right is a lamp. So now we'll see what happens.

an in progress snapshot of a drawing that might or might not get completed

Wednesday morning August 10, 2011

A light first pass at establishing some base color and values last night. This is becoming a multi-day project.

Saturday
Aug062011

Low pressure

I thought about taking a break this morning and not doing a sketch, but Guilt weighed in and let me know how preoccupied I would feel all day if I started off by being lazy. So I decided to compromise by letting myself relax, use lots of colors, sharpen no pencils, and have fun scribbling. Since I'll be working on more careful drawings to illustrate design concepts this weekend, it turns out that it was a good start just to get me loosened up. And hey, Guilt? Go nag someone else today. I'm busy.

a larger image is in the Pipes gallery under the sketchbooks tab on the nav bar.