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Magic Glasses

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Noodler’s Lexy Gray ink and watercolor on 5″x7″ Strathmore 400 series watercolor paper.
January 7, 2013.

Feeling smug about my intact sanity despite the daily avalanche of political ads this past election year, I used to recommend employing iron gate mental blinders and a knowing grimace that could pass as a wry smile in a pinch. But now a certain media-savvy and extremely annoying celebrity (and I use the term in its loosest definition) has a bun in her oven and my mental survival efforts have failed me miserably. Although I do my best to avoid Web sites and cable channels that pander to pseudo-celeb publicity stunt crap, my retinas are flapping like flags in a gale from the recent barrage of headlines and images of this young woman, whose name shall not translate from my brain through my fingertips to my keyboard today; no, it will not.

Before I could help myself, a photo caught my eye, I read the headline and, yep, clicked through to the story. The offending image was of this particular famous-for-nothing who was shown tossing her yard-long, raven hair extensions, pouting out  the injected fat in her prominent lips and flaring her tiny plastic nostrils at her notorious baby daddy. (Can you even flare your nostrils after rhinoplasty?) To clarify, I’m not talking about Kate Middleton and no, I’m not talking about LiLo — although I might give in to the urge at some point. Previously, I was blissfully immune to the annoyance factor of this not-to-be-named public figure whenever proof of her existence crossed my consciousness. Sadly, a brief scan of that one article provided me a lifetime overload of her and I am on a mission to Ninja out anything to do with her from my consciousness.

I use Google News as my browser’s home page because I like the myriad sources they use to compile the list I am presented with. Yes, I was aware that I could personalize this page, but never considered it until I saw the above-mentioned headline about her in their “U.S. News” category. Not “Entertainment” or “WTF” or even “Health” (think plastic surgery) but “NEWS”! Since then, I opened the settings, selected news sources and got rid of the “Entertainment” category entirely on my personalized aggregate page. I now enjoy fewer random exposures to the ubiquitous “news” regarding the state of this woman’s uterus. Until somebody invents magic glasses to filter unwanted visual noise, I suggest that there is sanity and control to be gained in exploring the filter options on your home page and displaying that wry smile as needed.


“It’s a boy.”

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American Horror Story Asylum’s Sister Mary Eunice whispers to Lana, “It’s a boy.”
Micron Pigma marker and watercolor on 8×11″ Strathmore hardbound 400 Series notebook.
13 Dec. 2012

Guiltily, I took an hour to catch up on last night’s American Horror Story — Asylum, one of my many guilty pleasures.

There is another sketch worthy character from this finale episode: the Angel of Death. I’d better sketch that one soon or I’ll always be looking over my shoulder…


Window Seat

Digital composite of watercolor and ink on Moleskine notebook and Strathmore watercolor paper.
27 May 2012.

This sketch is a composite, digitally combined with Awash in Babies. I showed the “plain Jane” version without the whiney babies to a few of my friends and they all agreed that the sketch was incomplete without a monster on the wing, like in Twilight Zone’s “Nightmare at 22,000 Feet.” Naturally, I took their suggestion, but only as far as cutting, pasting and LAUGHING at the result. Traveling with fussy little ones must be a nachtmare, but being seated in a plane near one of them can be excruciating.


Awash in Babies

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.