sketchbook

Some people go to a bar on a Friday night. I go to the laundry mat. It usually guarantees a few machines. I was hoping there would be at least another person there so I wouldn't just be sketching a long alley of a room. Wish granted. He was deep into a scratch and win lottery game which gave me the perfect distraction for me to sketch him.

Sumo Crazy

Sorry for the lack of updates, but I just finished the Queen West Art Crawl a few weeks back and it's not only until now do I feel well rested, physically and mentally.

Since last year's show, I had promised myself I would start painting sooner for this year's show (i.e. 2013) But I am who I am, so my painting in earnest didn't happen until a few months prior to the show date. I had nothing at that point. Dry. Nothing in the creative well. In fact, I had many false starts. I was trying to paint landscape, urbanscapes, traditional still lifes etc. But nothing. I think I threw out more half-started canvases than I kept. But as fate would have it, the image of a sumo hit me about 6 weeks prior to the show date. It was time to crank these puppies out. Here are the results:

  

Oil on board, 8x10

Oil on board, 8x10

 

Oil on board, 8x10

 acrylic on canvas, 20x24

 acrylic on canvas, 24x30

 acrylic on canvas, 24x30

 acrylic on canvas, 30x36

 acrylic on canvas, 24x24
(my favourite one of the black and white sumo)

 C'est moi.

Sketchbook

Dropped by a local coffee house to do some sketching. I sat next to a gentle who might be a potential "patron". He expressed interested in a pen portrait. Who says sketching in a cafe isn't profitable!

Sketchbook

I stopped by the Bloor Gladstone Library today after work to do some sketching. What isn't captured in this drawing is the guy who was sitting in the seat next to me, humming and swaying to himself.
Some interesting characters can be found here.