UPDATE: It’s my uncle Victor. Kids. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t tell ‘em apart.
All done:
The thing is, dad isn’t sure it’s him. There’s no date on the old photo proof I used as a model; does the name Ted Black ring a bell? He was the photographer.
Since I passed out a few business cards last evening, I figure I should get back to posting more frequently. A little ketchup, if you will.
Here’s my first portrait for the portrait moleskine exchage group I’m in. It features Rob with a chicken hat, me with a crow flying over my head, and a Fuji-esque mountain. Let’s say the absurd-ness is intentional.
The business on the left is part of Rob’s beautiful pen work.
I’ll be teaching a couple of after-school classes with The Art Alliance this fall. Here’s the info:
Artist Trading Cards
Instructor: Josh Sutcliffe
ages 10-13
Session 1: August 31-October 5
Session 2: October 26-November 30
Mondays, 4:30-6:00
Portraits
Instructor: Josh Sutcliffe
Session 1: ages 8-10,
September 2-October 7
Session 2: ages 6-8,
October 28-December 2
Wednesdays, 4:00-5:30
more here.
Mrs. InkyDisaster, a former teacher herself, has a few nice things to say about me and my teaching “methods (to use the term loosely)” on her blog.
Also, thanks Art Alliance for letting me push my wares at their table for GSO’s “Last Friday” art block party. Had a great time!
UPDATE: Almost forgot – here’s the picture of InkyDisaster Sr. I was working on during the event:
Hmmm... should I put a Yankees logo on this Red Sox fan?
Not quite done yet.
Famous moonshiner, Popcorn Sutton, rather then spend the rest of his life in Federal Prison, committed suicide earlier this week.
The bad guys won the Whiskey Rebellion.
The population of the US is -1 more; I’ve seceeded.
“A man is no less a slave because he is allowed to choose a new master once in a term of years.” – Lysander Spooner
I’m trying to be more intricate with my negative space, so this week’s Illustration Friday is appropro.
Eggs do come from chickens after all.
Me and my chicken, Lunch. And Lunch is what she will be, if she doesn’t start laying some eggs.
I am skeptical of the claim that chickens are the real source of eggs. I think it’s all part of a Chicken Union plot to artificially inflate the value of the pulletariat.
For Illustration Friday.
This is a drawing sans photo, straight from my brain. Interpret as you will.
