I would open the window, look out towards the tall trees of the park, smell the dewy morning air, listen to the birds, watch the streetlights slowly flicker off, one by one.
Category: sketchbloggery
straight out of the sketchbook
modern love walks on by
we need to talk
The 22nd of the You See, Davis series (see the rest here); this 24-pic davis-themed series will end soon, and has been a little slow in completing lately, but has so far gone from autumn to spring.
If you eat out in America, you may know this feeling. You’re in the middle of a sentence, when “So how is everything today?” inserts itself rudely across the table. You’ve just taken your second large bite of your roast chicken, when “would you like to see the dessert menu today?”. “Can I get you a refill on that?” after two sips of a diet coke. See that’s not good service, good service is knowing when not to butt in.
my baby don’t care for clothes
One of my art goals this year is to learn to draw baby. One particular baby. So far I’ve mostly drawn him asleep; only twice have I drawn him awake, both times from a photo. Above are the second attempts; the boy with his easter bunny. I drew in pencil and scanned before adding watercolour; still learning. I tell you what though: the top he’s wearing, I totally want that top in daddy size. It’s damn cool. Luke’s got some cool baby clothes. Of course, he quite likes to stain them.
still seeing davis
I bet you thought this series was over…well I said I’d make it to 24 and I will. This is number 21 of 24. I apologise for the hiatus; it was due to the recent writer’s strike.
Originally posted on 20six.co.uk/petescully
E – A – D – G – B – E
My guitar, the hohner acoustic i’ve had for eleven years now, bought at macari’s on charing crosss road in january 1997 when i worked at a chocolate shop on oxford street, been with me to several countries, now here in california. That orange plectrum attached to the strings there is the same one they gave me when i bought it, it’s still the only one i’ll use. The wood is matt, and browner than it looks here. I do have another fancier electric, but this is the one i grab the most. I played some soothing songs to my baby son today, he seems to like the sound and the shape of the guitar; one day, in the future, I will buy him his first guitar. He may even get this one. This wasn’t my first guitar, however; my first proper one that worked (not including the bad car-boot acoustics i had) was a westone electric that my brother gace me, I loved that guitar, though it’s clapped out now. I passed it on to my nephew just before moving to america. Boys and guitars, important allies.
(purple micron .01, w&n cotman watercolour, moleskine watercolour paper)
Originally posted at: 20six.co.uk/petescully
april is the cruellest month
Sketched today at lunchtime, while on my lunchbreak, after eating lunch. Orange flowers by the arboretum, uc davis; that i believe is the law school there, that building type thing like. They love lawyers in america. If you’re not a lawyer or a doctor, or maybe a cop, then you cant get into a tv show.
originally posted at 20six.co.uk/petescully
illustration friday: ‘save’ (or ‘i’ve got a pocket full of pretty green’)
I am so glad i scanned this before adding the wash. Yes, i added a bad greeny-blue wash to it, and it looks bad bad baby, bad as in not good mate. So while you might think that the theme for illustration friday ‘SAVE’ refers to the money supposedly saved here, it actually refers to the fact i saved this before going on to deface the original with sea-green. So there.
Don’t go giving me evils!
Originally posted at 20six.co.uk/petescully
got more bottle than united dairies
Ian Rush said that if you don’t drink your milk, you won’t even be good enough to play for Accrington Stanley.
Accrington Stanley? Who are they?
Exactly!!!
Originally posted at 2osix.co.uk/petescully
sketchcrawl 18: sacramento
The 18th Worldwide Sketchcrawl took place on Saturday, and I popped across the Causeway for the midtown Sacramento version. Three other sketchers were there, at the Sutter’s fort meeting point; none made it to the ending point, at the Streets of London pub on J street. It was the seventh time I’ve done the Sketchcrawl, and it’s nice to know I’m absolutely not the only one out on the streets somewhere on the planet with pen and sketchbook. Here are my results:
I went to the art store, and found my favourite sketching tool yet: a fold-up stool that easily fits into my small shoulder bag! Only $11. No more sitting on the dirty floor; it means I can sketch anywhere now (normally I find the comfy spot first, then choose what to draw).
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