Wednesday, September 30, 2009

post its and pastels

instead of sharing some animation I did on bar napkins, I will post these. I tried a few times to upload the video, but all I got was the spinning wheel of death. Maybe I'll try another time.

bar napkin animation

Idle hands are the devil's playground-
and blank bar napkins are there to be drawn on, which is what I did the other night at Great Lakes over on 5th ave.


Out at the Brooklyn Brewery this past Friday, Zartosht , Sean and I sketched for a few hours on some post-it notes.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


Just a couple more post-it sketches from KGB bar- your typical snapshot of most bars I would imagine- a newly formed couple anxiously close to one another, talking to a third person who may or may not be waiting his turn at a chance with the lady.

Monday, September 28, 2009


The drawing of the girl on the left does not quite resemble the subject but does that really matter? If I wanted to I could have taken a picture I suppose- but she probably would have smiled, which would have totally ruined it, not to mention she would have thought me to be really creepy. She was hamming it up for her friends anyway- no need to inflate her already blimp like ego.
Sarah, on the right, was listening intently at this moment in a conversation at the KGB bar.- if you’re reading this Sarah, I hope this drawing finds you.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Post it series_01

I’ve pre-posted some recent post it note sketches for the next 2 weeks, so that there will be a couple of new sketches every day, most of which were done at the Brooklyn Brewery on Friday, and KGB bar on Thursday. I’ll kick it off with sketches from Union Hall, and each post will be accompanied by some minor rambling by yours truly.

There’s just something about a pretty woman with a bob haircut and an exposed upper back that makes me scramble for the nearest pen and paper, and mutter the words “man alive!” She could tell that I was perhaps drawing her, which led to the second pose. Which makes me wonder- if she hadn’t realized I was sketching her would she have appeared to be so vivacious?

Thursday, September 24, 2009

20 min pose

I've been back into the swing of life drawing this past month, and although I've got a ways to go , looking back to my life drawings even from 4 years ago I see some slight improvements. I guess that's all we can ask of an artist, just to put forth their best and see what happens.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Brooklyn Promenade

I was out sketching this past Saturday with Sean and Zartosht. We had a bite to eat on Montague street, then walked to the promenade where I sketched some buildings for a change. Then we all met up later at Building on Bond and drew for another few hours and had a couple of glasses of wine. ok- maybe 4 or 5. but we were there for at least 7 hours. I'll post up some of those sketches later.
Happy Fall everyone.

Friday, September 18, 2009

post it from Building on Bond

Are Post-it's the new Napkins? let's see- change is good, ya?

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Williamsburg Savings Bank

Waiting for Lauren a cold Saturday morning in April, I sketched this outside of the bagel shop in Fort Greene. You can't go many places in Brooklyn without seeing the Williamsburg Savings Bank building. If I look at it from this angle, the hands of the two clocks, even though they are showing the same time, appear to be very different. I suppose It's all about perspective, in drawing, as in life- take the time to walk around to look at things from every angle. Okay, enough of the deep stuff. Who wants to hit canal bar and sketch?

Monday, September 14, 2009

tea lounge, bob drawings

a page from my most recent sketchbook- taking a break from the brush pens, well, at least for a few days.

Bob, the funniest cat in Brooklyn.

Friday, September 11, 2009

thoughts on drawing

As we draw from life, our eyes glance at the subject and then bolt down to face the empty sketchpad and as this process repeats itself over and over, the drawing is sculpted.

As our hand anxiously waits its turn, it wavers with excitement, or hesitation, or both.
And then, most often than not, upon returning our gaze to the subject they have moved!
It is then we realize that nothing stays still- even statues erode over time.

As we record these stories in pencil or ink, we are not limited to our subject but rather to our imagination, since each and every drawing is from our memory.

This dude was dancing up a storm, earlier this summer at this outdoor dance party near my place. I didn't draw much at this weekly sunday afternoon event after this day though, rather, I joined in and danced.