Ink, markers and watercolor on Moleskine notebook. 26 April, 2012. South Portland, Maine.
Had an appointment to have my car serviced at the local Subaru dealer and their WiFi never works for me, so I brought my sketchbook and pens. Wish I’d brought my earplugs, too, because two 60-year-oldish ladies were dominating the waiting area with their blather and natter. I barely contained my eyeballs from rolling back in their sockets several juicy times and inadvertently let an exasperated sigh when one of the ladies asked her friend where
Daytona Beach was. (Really.)
The natter and the wait might have been boring as hell, but I found the duct work
in the showroom fascinating.
Watercolor, ink, Tombow pens on Moleskine watercolor notebook. 23 April, 2012.
These wee baby dolls live in this 3″ diameter salt cellar in a china cabinet. They caught my eye the other day—they looked forlorn and neglected. Now they reside on my desk and demand constant attention. Because I know who’s boss around here, I obliged with a sketch.
Permanent marker and colored pencil on Bienfang graphics paper.
This sketch was done a number of years ago, probably in the late 1980s. Although this is a drawing of my much beloved and now deceased mother-in-law, I never showed it to her. I’m sorry I didn’t let her see this, because it makes me smile just to look at it and I had to share that. I miss you, Ma.