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A cutaway of a first gen Miata. Partially using source images, partially from memory. Full size drawing is 1:5 scale of the real car and done in pen.
From 1740 edition of "Teeken-boeck," published posthumously by Bloemaert's son Frederick, along with Louis Renard and Benoit Picart.
The examples in the book were meant to be copied as examples.
Abraham Bloemaert (1566-1651)
My son Santiago had to go today to hospital as he was really sick. I decided to draw him at the hospital's bed for Drawing Day
I met this gentleman in the desert south of Tucson Arizona a couple of weeks ago. He was fascinating.
Ballpoint pen in sketchbook
So here's my drawing lined up on the horizontal and vertical reference lines. Its a pencil sketch with wide, somewhat fuzzy outlines. I used the rudder-hinge as a vertical datum and the airframe / spinner gap as the second vertical datum. The bottom of the fuselage and the top of the canopy are my horizontal datums.
There are countless errors in my original drawing but a common element that stands out, even after the wing in my drawing has been moved forward, (see leading edge fairing) is that pretty much everything is too far aft, because I made the engine too long and the bay directly behind it too long. I've started to draw-in the canopy and windscreen using hard lines here, but its still too far aft.
You can also see the defect in using .jpg images - the reference lines flare into fuzzy, shapes, rather than crisp lines of pixels. Lesson learned. You can also see that I've got too many vertical lines, in red, AND besides getting rid of those that serve no good purpose, I need to use more than one color for vertical lines. After some experimentation, I found four colors that did the job: Red, orange (tangerine), bright green (spring), magenta, which you can see in the previous photo.
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Recently "da Vinci boom" around my friends, why not, join the party!!
But...well, the result isn't so nice, end up with something rather different..hahaha
Never mind, put texture on it (Big thank you always to SkeletalMess : flic.kr/p/8xY5iE), and faked it more "likely"...
Eh... indeed, he was left handed...
Brittlebank Baseball Park in Charleston SC. Sketched while sitting in the vehicle waiting on my husband. Pitt Artist Pen and various watercolors, Koi waterbrush. About an hour.
The page is split into two sketches - one is a warm up using the lilies as a subject.
A break from carving to finish the last of the drawing on the new "OVERLOOK" print…to be a colored woodcut, printed from 4-5 blocks, size roughly 28" x 46". The sky above the mountains will grown taller in the color blocks.
A happy half hour trying out my new Pitt sketching pen. I need a much larger piece of paper to get all the books in.
needs touching up ,wwhich i will do way laterr
From left to right
2d, Murdoc, Russel, Noodle
it took about
8 hours total
maybe 7
"I have been one acquainted with the night" - Robert Frost
Rode in the train all night, in the sick light. A bird
Flew parallel with a singular will. In daydream's moods and
attitudes
The other passengers slumped, dozed, slept, read,
Waiting, and waiting for place to be displaced
On the exact track of safety or the rack of accident.
Looked out at the night, unable to distinguish
Lights in the towns of passage from the yellow lights
Numb on the ceiling. And the bird flew parallel and still
As the train shot forth the straight line of its whistle,
Forward on the taut tracks, piercing empty, familiar --
The bored center of this vision and condition looked and
looked
Down through the slick pages of the magazine (seeking
The seen and the unseen) and his gaze fell down the well
Of the great darkness under the slick glitter,
And he was only one among eight million riders and
readers.
And all the while under his empty smile the shaking drum
Of the long determined passage passed through him
By his body mimicked and echoed. And then the train
Like a suddenly storming rain, began to rush and thresh--
The silent or passive night, pressing and impressing
The patients' foreheads with a tightening-like image
Of the rushing engine proceeded by a shaft of light
Piercing the dark, changing and transforming the silence
Into a violence of foam, sound, smoke and succession.
A bored child went to get a cup of water,
And crushed the cup because the water too was
Boring and merely boredom's struggle.
The child, returning, looked over the shoulder
Of a man reading until he annoyed the shoulder.
A fat woman yawned and felt the liquid drops
Drip down the fleece of many dinners.
And the bird flew parallel and parallel flew
The black pencil lines of telephone posts, crucified,
At regular intervals, post after post
Of thrice crossed, blue-belled, anonymous trees.
And then the bird cried as if to all of us:
0 your life, your lonely life
What have you ever done with it,
And done with the great gift of consciousness?
What will you ever do with your life before death's
knife
Provides the answer ultimate and appropriate?
As I for my part felt in my heart as one who falls,
Falls in a parachute, falls endlessly, and feel the vast
Draft of the abyss sucking him down and down,
An endlessly helplessly falling and appalled clown:
This is the way that night passes by, this
Is the overnight endless trip to the famous unfathomable
abyss.
--Delmore Schwartz
My working look: bun, fluffy bunny pajama and paws hanging on the chair while I measure and figure pattern sizes.
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Mi look de trabajo: moño, pijama peludito de conejos y patas colgando de la silla mientras tomo medidas y calculo tamaños de patrón.