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My great-grandfather's ink drawing of a locomotive. He would have drawn this in high school when he was about 15 years old. D.O.B. (geb.) 1857. Sheetsize is 50cm x 33cm.
Though, I am not sure whether 1857 is the date of birth. I have a dated photo of my great-grandfather who was born in 1830 and died in December 1914. Therefore, he would have been 27 when he drew this locomotive. This is a bit of a puzzle to me... Unless "Geb 1857" = "Get. 1857" (getan/done, in German).
Drawing straight lines appears to be in our (the 'Temperli') blood. In high school, I was the first girl who was permitted to join the boys in the elective of technical drawing. Though, my wonderful mum had to put in a really good word for me and, eventually, the teacher relented and I was able to join the class. Later on, I also managed to get into another boys' elective, woodwork, also as the first girl and a few more girls joined later on as well.
Great-grandfather, grand-father, as well as my father, became farmers. I became an architectural detail draftswoman - keeping the tradition of drawing straight lines in the family :)
Inktober 2015 ~ #4 Today's drawing is in support of the REDress Day in Canada, & memory of missing/killed aboriginal women
www.ctvnews.ca/canada/red-dresses-seek-to-draw-attention-...
INKTOBER dat 27: ROAD
Another car! Mad Max: Fury Road!
Driving towards the end of times… or the end of inktober.
Whatever.
Inktober 2023
Day 30
Rush
This year, I will try to make INKTOBER drawings based on popculture, drawn without sketching first.
So here is where it ends: burn it all down!
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The frogs stopped croaked once I sat down. Then I drew to the sound of birds, leaves in the breeze and light aircraft.
This was literally digging through my 'archives' to get this ink wash still life from my Fall 1971 Art Class at Concordia Teachers College (now Concordia University) in River Forest, Illinois.
(Yes, I saved my art work to use as examples when I would teach art later on.) Crates, horse collars, linking rods, and a horse skull composed this still life assignment, and we sat around it as a class, each drawing it from our own perspective. Once completed, the whole classes' projects were displayed, and it was like a virtual walk around of the still life in the art lab.
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9 February 2015
Digging in the Archives?
Drawn to the roar of traffic on Route 66, cars driving out of the busy car park behind me and huge freight trains, one had five locomotives! It was loud, cold and windy, very stressy but I had to capture this classic diner.
No, this is not a scene from Paris, France. It's a sketch from my hotel room in Las Vegas along the famous Strip. Hotel resorts here follow theme-park themes and this one has a Parisian one with an architectural entranceway that suggest the Louve and a colourful hot air ballon equipped with large advertising monitors. Its Eiffel Tower is about half the size of the real one (164 m vs 324 m in height) but it's very impressive nonetheless. At night, it sizzles with a light show. Although this all sounds rather kinky, when you are there it really feels spectacular. At the Belagio Hotel there's a water-fountain show, at the Mirage Hotel there's a volcano eruption show, at the Venetian Hotel there are gondola rides and the Rialto Bridge next to St Mark's Tower and the Doge's Palace. And the list goes on.
Non, ce n'est pas une scène de Paris, en France. C'est un croquis de ma chambre d'hôtel à Las Vegas le long du célèbre Strip. Ici, les complexes hôteliers suivent les thèmes des parcs à thème. Celui-ci en possède un parisien avec une entrée architecturale évoquant le Louve et un ballon à air chaud coloré équipé de grands écrans publicitaires. Sa tour Eiffel est environ deux fois plus petite que la vraie (164 m contre 324 m de hauteur), mais elle n'en reste pas moins impressionnante. La nuit, il y a un spectacle de lumière qui grésille. Bien que tout cela semble plutôt bizarre, quand on est là-bas, on se sent vraiment spectaculaire. À l'hôtel Belagio, il y a un spectacle de fontaines, à l'hôtel Mirage, à un spectacle d'éruptions volcaniques, à l'hôtel Venetian, il y a des tours en gondole et le pont du Rialto, à côté de la tour Saint-Marc et du palais des Doges. Et la liste continue.
Over a year ago when we were confined to avoid spreading a potentially deadly virus, I knew much of my photographic adventures would need to be curtailed. In similar time, something by Stephan Marjoram inspired me to fill a bit of time doing something creative. So I took up ink drawing. Just to see what I could do. I "borrowed" from many different styles as I attempt to explore the medium. And with zero photography projects in the queue I might as well fill this space with something. So here goes.
Noodler's Apache Sunset ink on Stillman & Birn, Zeta paper.
** This is one of my favourite writing inks but...with great beauty comes the frustration of a drying time that will leave you huddled in a corner, eating your own hair. Make no mistake...I adore this ink. Love it in no small way...but the darkest spots on this paper were laid down on Thursday of LAST WEEK and are still smearing. You have been warned.
Ilustración para la revista Estrambóticos.
Tinta negra y pintura blanca / papel, 21 x 14,85 cm.
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Illustration for Estrambóticos magazine.
Black ink and white paint / paper, 21 x 14,85 cm.