Archive for November, 2008

Old Chinese Man

The photo is by Helmut Schadt.

I hope I look this cool and happy when I’m older.

Balloon Ride

Jeopardy contestant: What is what happens when Josh doesn’t draw from a picture and uses the depleted resources of his brain?

Alex: Correct for $500!

It wasn’t the balloon ride this gent was expecting..

Woman in a Shawl

From a photo by Brett Walker.

Sultry Lady

From a photo by Brett Walker.

Pretty people don’t have as many shadows, I’ve noticed.

Crying

Another drawing from a photo by LJ.

Sometimes life just sucks.

Carlin

This guy had an opinion or two.

Wary Old Man

Another one from LJ.

I like his hat.

Laughing Man

From a photo by the excellent photographer, LJ. More to come!

Luis Collazo

A few things about this one:

1. This is a request from a fan of Collazo. For the sake of the story, I’m going to say this fan is actually a friend of Collazo, making this my second portrait of a boxer that will actually be seen (owned?) by the boxer in question. I don’t know if this is actually the case, but who cares. You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the interwebs anyway.

2. I knew a guy named Jaime Collazo. I think I went to school with him. He’s an actor, not a boxer, so I could possibly kick his butt. Well, actually, probably not. But, since it’s my blog and I can make up whatever story I want, let’s say I could. I’m calling you out, Jaime! Not you, Luis. You could definitely put me on the canvas.

3. I finally figured out how to make my scanner scan the way I want it to, which might be why I’m feeling a little punchy, so to speak.

Anyway, Luis, if you see this, I hope you like it. And Jaime, it’s ON.

UPDATE: Obviously, I pretend to be a badass.

Welcome, Root-Strikers!

(Title edited for linguistic clarity – “strike-the-rooters?” That sounds like an act of violence against plumbers, which would certainly NOT be in my self interest, as I’m getting my plumbing certification this Spring.)

So my portraits may not be all neat and pretty like the Wall Street Journal, but I ask you: isn’t there something a little fascist-y about staying in the lines and perfectly equidistant cross-hatchings?

That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Thanks for stopping by, everybody.

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