Inky Disaster

The original, from a few years ago:

My first linocut print. I can now propagate my art! Yes, I realize it’s backwards. I’ll remember next time.

ink and gouache

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Has the night descended?
Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged, nodding on our way?
Yet a passing hour I yield you, in your tracks to pause oblivious, Pioneers! O pioneers! — Walt Whitman

My submission for Illustration Friday.

Update: communication snafu, didn’t happen. Sorry to anyone who might have stopped by…

I’ll be participating in the First Friday Downtown Greensboro shindig this… you guessed it… Friday. Come on down and buy my stuff – 6-9pm, on Davie off of Market (next to the park).

I figure if I’m going to offer my services as a portrait drawer, I should have some famous images to offer as samples. Expect to see more… any requests?

A smiling Tarahumara, or more accurately, Raramuri man. Inspired by a photograph by David Ducoin

I battled with impatience to keep my crosshatching neat and tidy. I may have lost that war, but won a few skirmishes here and there.

And yes, I have become totally obsessed with the Raramuri thanks to the excellent book, Born To Run. Now my resume looks something like:

Portrait Artist
Art Teacher
Plumber (not certified, no job too small, a lot of jobs too big)
and now, Barefoot Running Consultant. I’ll do that for free.

If you need any of these services, drop me a line.