Some time to kill before an appointment so I chose to sketch at the Oakham Cafe, Ryerson University. This student was kind enough to pose for me, but he did recross his legs a few times, which threw me off a bit.
Another day. Another sketch.
I remember the days when there wasn't any wifi in coffee shops and you could actually talk to a someone adjacent to you who didn't have their nose deep inside their smart device. Those days, unfortunately, are gone and Gabe and Marlow are my unsusupecting guest models for my brief sojourn at the Second Cup coffee shop. I tip my hat to you gentlemen and thank thee.
I ate Thanksgiving dinner at my sister's place and Took the train out there. I was racing against the clock when I was drawing this and found I was able to skip over the knit picky things that I would normally worry over and just draw the main parts of the scene. Maybe I need to sketch with a clock on me.
I spent the following weekend in Chicago and I was fortunate enough to stay with a great family. This was the only chance i had to sketch. These are their two boys and they are really sharp.
Today was a first for me. We sketched at the Mt. Pleasant cemetery. I
forgot how many great trees this place has. I used to have a few classes
here in my uni dendrology class. I believe the tree I drew is a Fagus
Grandifolia (American Beech).
Wwa: what makes you happy? K: Seriously? Wwa: yeah. K:
OK. Right now, I feel happy when I give or contribute to other people
making a personal discovery they feel good about - whether that is
finding a Lego piece for Emile so he can finish his Millennium falcon,
supporting my actors though previews as we come to our opening night, or
seeing Emile's friends excited at the storm trooper costume we stayed
up till 2:00 a.m. making...too cheesy? Wwa: nope. Thanks
Sketching at the John St. Roundhouse this afternoon. Wearing black might
make me look artsy, but it is not good attire for sketching especially
without cover. Spent a few hours getting this down and burning my head.
The great thing was this sight was so close to the Skydome that I heard
the roar of the crowd when the Jays did something good (they won over
the Boston Red Sox and we're one game behind. The rubber match is
This was a first today for me at the Bloor Gladstone Library.
As many of you know, the Bloor Gladstone Library is a regular haunt for me to sketch at, particularly the users of the library. Today, as I have done many times in the past, I went after work to sketch library people. Midway through drawing a lady (see below), a librarian came up to me and asked me to stop drawing her because it was an invasion of her privacy. She also mentioned that library policy prohibits taking pictures of people… architecture is good. People, not good. Technically, I wasn’t photographing anyone.
I understand the librarian’s issue with it, but 99% of the time I’m drawing people who are so engrossed with reading, fiddling on their mobile devices or sleeping, that they don’t realize that they are being sketched. Whenever I was “caught”, I’d show them what I did. For the most part they were flattered that I had drawn them. I’ve posted past drawing sessions from the library (all people) on my twitter feed and “likes” have come from the Bloor Gladstone Library account multiple times. If this was an issue, perhaps raising it then would have been the time to do it. I know the account is probably controlled by some tech guy somewhere else, but it gives me mixed messages.
As an artist, this is how I interact with the world. I’m drawn to people and sketching them is my record of that time. Some people write in their journals or keep small momentos from a special moment. This is my way to remember. In the entire eight years I have been sketching in public, this is second time I’ve been asked to stop sketching a person. When asked, I have stopped and apologized. That’s all I could do. I won’t stop drawing people in public, but I guess the Bloor Gladstone Library will only be a place where I borrow books from.
The domestic departure lounge at Pearson International Airport. Headed to Kelowna, B.C.
Some passengers within sketching range of me. Beware. I like the mid range distance the best.
The gentleman beside me was sleeping for most of the 4.5 hr. flight. Fortunately there was no one in the middle seat, so I had a full view of him the entire flight. Thank you good sir, for modelling for me.
The quad in which three of my friends and I stayed in at the University of British Columbia, Okanagan campus. Beautiful place.
Oil on masonite. 6 x 8 in.
Q: What makes you happy?
good movie that makes me cry. Not like a tear jerker flick, but a film
where the story and writing is so seamless that the beauty of the
actions that unfurl on screen move me to tears. Catharsis.
aikido today meant a fulll day of sketching. I knew I wanted to sketch a
lot today. A few things running through my mind while doing this
marathon session. Mr. Warden, my grade 7 art teacher telling us how as
an art student he had his drawings stolen the night before they were due
and he had to wake up early the next day and sketch 20 drawings. John
Wilkenson, my uni art teacher telling
us how he was regularly took an empty sketchbook and filled it in one
afternoon. Terence Van Eslander, my first year design prof. telling us
to draw all our process drawings on sheets of cartridge paper and use
those accumulated sheets as the base for our final drawings. I guess what I was trying to do today was to have quantity over quality... showing the good, the bad and the ugly.
decided today to broaden my horizons and sketch at the Yorkville
Library. It definitely has a different vibe from the Bloor Gladstone
branch. One thing I noticed immediately was the toddler's sing along
program that was happening as I was there. I would hear the lyrics
(scribbled on the bottom of the page) sung by the librarian and the kids
singing after her.
Tonight was the opening night of the "Come Together" group show at the Propellor Gallery. This is my submission to ti. It's my "A-Z" piece depicting the hands of 26 of my friends, each showing a character in American sign language.
Jane and I in front of her piece, a Frida themed collage. One of the more colourful pieces in the show and one of my favourites. She was the artist who invited me to my very fist show at this gallery. Thanks, Jane!
The marquee (or just signage?) outside of the gallery. Who cares, because that's me! ;-)
In my current art practice, I am exploring the subtitles of oil paints, particularly within the the realm of portraiture.
My focus is on the human face because that's what we all see everyday. It's there ripe for the picking.