The park after 6:00 p.m.
The bear and Mr. Twain play cricket.
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Bears and dogs
Tuesday, May 21st, 2013Drawing Bears
Sunday, February 3rd, 2013This weekend I spent some time drawing as I kept my daughter company. She has also been drawing, working on her portfolio for art college.
I only drew bears.
A bear who loves his bottles
Bear in "action pose"
There were a few complaints from the other side of the table that all I know how to draw are bears, and did I really want to grow old only ever drawing bears?
I said, I know how to draw boys too.
Bear in another "action pose", and something other than a bear.
I tried drawing a pig and a cat, but they both ended up looking like bears. So maybe it’s true and all I can draw now are bears.
I’m just glad I don’t have to work up a portfolio for art college. It’s rough. My daughter has to draw hands, and rooms, and characters from all side. I drew a bear from all sides.
A bear in rotation.
She has to draw perspectives, and shapes, and expressions.
Bear showing "expression"
She has to do self portraits, and figures in action.
A bear "in action"
I can draw bears forever and who will ever care?
New
Wednesday, October 31st, 2012I am finally posting some newer Yermits to the etsy store.
Red haired musician
Brown Santa
Princess doll and attack squirrel playset
Polar bear
Plush Team anniversary
Wednesday, September 19th, 2012So the team of Plush Artists that I belong to is having an anniversary exchange with a PARTY theme, of course. I received mine and need to post it – but the Party Bear I created for the amazing Abbydid, as she says, the 2nd time I drew her name this year. I hope SHE doesn’t mind.
Well here he is:
Party bear
Of course he was sent along with a few bottles of wine.
Here’s Abby’s write up on the Plushteam Blog.
Sketches
Monday, September 17th, 2012I’ve been sketching, mostly in the morning while I eat my breakfast, when the morning sun is streaming in the window providing the best light.
Boy in a Sou'wester on a Plain
Attack squirrels descend on boy in a sou'wester.
Boy in sou'wester encounters a friendly face just in the nick of time.
The boy was relieved at first, but then he started to notice that his new friend had really big teeth.
"Dad said not to touch it until mom gets home."
The boy's pants were all the remained.
Boy in sou'wester with NO pants, running.
"Enough of this exposure," says the boy. "It's time to go back into hiding."
The boy was then pretty sure that he was invisible.
What he really didn't count on though, was the wind.
The wind... which was a bit crazy that day.
"What are the chances?" wondered the boy. "This really is not my day."
"No physical theory of local hidden variables can ever reproduce all of the predictions of Quantum Mechanics."
Painting while at the cottage
Monday, July 9th, 2012We spent last week at the cottage, lounging in hammocks, kayaking, swimming, eating, drinking. I did a bit of painting while there, but not as much as I’d intended, and only about half of them are worth keeping. Here are some of the one’s I like.
He showed up at your door with a bouquet of daisies.
Boy in orange sweater and boy with guitar
The bear party was in full swing before any of them noticed.
Boy and Bears and a Girl with ice cream!
Tuesday, June 26th, 2012
A drinking bear and a boy
And 2 more bears
Another boy and a sad, sad girl with ice cream
Yes, I painted more.
Saturday, June 16th, 2012
4 circus bears, 3 drunk and retired and 1 jugglling.
These guys are on bigger canvases - yep I'm branching out.
Boy with cake and boy with cat
Purple boy
Ultimate Boys and Bears
Saturday, May 12th, 2012
Boys
When I was little, one of my favourite things about Christmas is that I could plaster my room with posters – well they were actually wrapping paper I think – but they were these complex pictures involving mice in festive scenes. Each ‘poster’ had dozens of mice. They were skating, skiing, tobogganing, building snow forts, decorating trees.
Each year I would unfold them and pin them up. I could stare at them for hours, soaking in all the stories, admiring all the details.
My own drawings are no where near as complex and story rich. But stories they always are. And the stories that I love in artwork are why I was never able to accept when I was told, in University, and then at art college, that I should be a fine artist. To me, a fine artist did “fine art”. I wanted to tell the tales, not compromise with mere prettiness. Besides, I had nothing to “say”. No great meaning nor protest that I wished to impart on the world with my pieces.
It doesn’t seem like a big thing, but it’s funny how a disconnect like that get into your head and stall you. It’s stupid and lazy, I know. And I see now that there’s just no excuse that can be made. I see now that a person just has to shut out all the outside voices pulling you in all directions – “you’re smart, go to university” “you should be a fine artist” “there are too many great illustrators out there – you people will never be able to make a living at it”…
The teams may be slightly mismatched.
But now that I have a daughter who’s insanely talented and driven to become an animator and illustrator, I wonder how I can encourage her with all good conscious when I’ve failed to inspire myself. I’ve always thought that the number one thing you have to do to be a good parent is set a good example. In all parts of your life. I realize that no one can succeed at this 100% talk is cheap. Kids will see who you are and what you do all day and how you think and talk and interact. They internalize all the lessons presented and then, if you’re lucky, they’ll plant their feet firmly in the base you’ve given them, and they’ll JUMP!
Sketch: Bench Series
Saturday, May 5th, 2012
Don't engage drunk bears in conversation.
