Sylvia Earle is amazing.
My sketchbook has become an important physical way for me to work through ideas, an important venue in which to discover ideas. It is quite a personal endevor and I cringe at the thought of someone getting ahold of it. All the same you can have a peek. It is the uninhibited nature in which I approach the book that makes me meek in sharing. There is a lot of nonsense, a lot of nothing with in. It is this nonsense that is important to get out of one’s system as through it something worthwhile might surface.
Montage: A composition of the inspirations of the week. A purely graphic way of sharing snippets of influences.
Dearest Sketchbook, Let’s go on dates everyday! Our relationship has been on the rocks these last few months. Life has been eating up all my spare time. But, I am ready now. Ready to start when we left off to commit for the long hall.
This Thai head dress is one that I pulled my lost love of a sketchbook for at the San Francisco Asian Art Museum! If only I had it for new years!
I have always had a thing for birds, as you can see from my pots.
A Raven, a giant raven, landed a meter away from me last week as I was climbing the tower. We both stalled in mid air waiting each other out for 15 mins. Him cocking is giant raven head from side to side to get a look at me with either eye, then smacking his giant raven beak against the steel beams of the tower, like sharpening a knife, then prancing back and forth giant talons clenching the scaffolding. The creator of it all, the trickster. Sure enough two days later on a misty foggy morn the moist forest air reverberated with the endless calls of ravens conversing. No less than 24 ravens invaded the yard coming in waves to perch upon the spruce tree line. What were they saying?
Sketchbook: Sketchbooks are important. I carry mine about and use it often. I usually don’t let a soul look at my sketchbook- too personal, too sacred. Still, it is a huge huge part of my practice and process. And so I will hark back to the ever so wise teachings of kindergarten and share fragments that some of you might enjoy..
I am back and blogging. Canada is always in my heart- this sketch of a moose I did late one night in Columbia when I couldn’t sleep. Even in a foreign land the Canadian landscape reels me in some how. The canoeing fellow I just got in the mail and fits all to well with my Canadian muses. He is now in my sketchbook. You see sketchbooks, especially mine, aren’t just for sketches.
Sketchbook: Sketchbooks are important. I carry mine about and use it often. I usually don’t let a soul look at my sketchbook- too personal, too sacred. Still, it is a huge huge part of my practice and process. And so I will hark back to the ever so wise teachings of kindergarten and share fragments that some of you might enjoy.
I found myself in Edmonton last week meeting up with some old highschool chums and so handed out some artist contact cards (which double as post cards). Upon grading from Kootenay School of the Arts two years ago, I got a bunch of artist cards made. I now have slim pickins and sure wish I had more on me. All and all I think it is time for some new ones but, here are they are for your eyes, all from 2008, one side is the front and the other the back. If you want one of these sent to you email me and I’ll post one your way. They were all sketchbook inspired.