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Here is a skate board that myself and the incredibly talented folks I work with at C3 sharpied on for our creative director.
Sharpie in Moleskine for Julia Kay's Portrait at: www.flickr.com/groups/portraitparty/
Reference photos: www.flickr.com/groups/portraitparty/discuss/7215762744517...
Andrea's art: www.flickr.com/photos/32211229@N08/
I have some pens and pencils.
A sketchbook.
And a head full of quotes, lyrics and the like.
Come and see them at www.Quoteskine.co.uk
Don't forget to buy the book!
Drawing of Mars in red Sharpie, on the big machine. This is a drawing for my show, 10th - 17th June, FRAMED Gallery, Gayfield Square, Edinburgh. www.polargraph.co.uk
During the winter, Sharp-shinned hawks visit our bird feeders regularly. We are pretty sure it is the same hawk, as it knows the yard and the hiding spots very well. This is a mature male. Watching it hunt is a treat, as it flies at speed, through bushes and spaces that seem impossible. And yes, it is successful often enough.
On a shoot with Martine at a French dog show/exhibition.
Sleepy lunchtime with Mother and puppies,
shortly afterwords they were running around playing.
More to come.
...for the "Draw With Me" online class with Alisa Burke.
My mistake here was using the "fine" point Sharpie. It was way too thick for the inside of my circles. I'll try again with a thinner pen. I have always found filling in areas with dots meditative.
Sharpie Markers & Paper
Bear Girl (Section 2)
She felt bad about my having had to embrace the pavement. The squirrel had kept a ghost in her ear, relentlessly haunting her about some kind of restitution. By the time the cuts had scabbed over into a series of shrinking,blurry glyphs I had already moved on, not giving it a second thought.
Once again I was in the cafe. I kept sketching thumbs in between chapters of Melville. While in Vermont Stan had somehow managed to loose a thumb while chopping wood, Despite everyone who came running, attracted by his screams, it could not be found from its hiding place among the pine needles and mushroom clusters. They put one of his big toes in its place. I think the transferring of a part from one place to another made him become slightly "off" , for once he was released from the hospital and back in the swim of things he became obsessed with asking anyone who he was talking to what their ethnic background was, something he had previously never concerned himself with. While talking to him if someone passed by on the periphery he would get an odd look on his face and insist he could tell their "make up". As obsessed as he was with the compulsion he only had a fifty percent success rate, maybe even less if you factored in the people that would keep walking as he approached them.
The bell hanging on the door tinkled nudged awake by the entrance of another patron. It was her, human again. She ordered a tea "with honey of course" the joke being lost on the waitress who was new and merely shrugged. She looked at my book letting the lower corner's point go under her fingernail.
"I read the story of his about the guy being walled up after getting drunk with his friend."
No that was Edgar Alan Poe the only other American author who counted.
She wanted to throw me a birthday party, I have no idea how she knew as most people did not. I was serious about my "No" but said it lightheartedly as to show I was being cautious but that there were no hard feelings.
I told her it was perhaps too soon to attend another of her parties.
"No, we will take you somewhere."
She named a place that I liked but did not go to often as drinking there once cost as much as going to one of the dives I liked four times. The appeal of top shelf potions made right won out over any lingering reservations which I may have had. My jacket had recently been dry cleaned too, so I would not be out of pocket for any aspect of the celebration. I agreed.
Out of habit I got there a little early, just in case, my inside pocket had a clean handkerchief, lucky pen and two medium sized bandaids.
I stood by the hostess's podium waiting. She smiled and we made small talk. It became suddenly too quiet and although I had not given a line which misfired, the smile in the hostess's eyes disappeared. I turned around. There she was, Her and a group of six others. I noticed there were no men with them which was fine by my ego and I. They all had on cocktail dresses and as the eyes crawled upwards, after the pleasures of the various faces' beauty, one encountered the menagerie. Each head was toped by a sort of knitted animal hat. There were brown bears, polar and a few beautiful Asian tigers.
The hostess was flustered.
"I do not think you can come in here like that."
"Do you mean just the tigers or all of us?"
(W.Wolfson)
For people who know me, they know I have my "Sharpie collection" and I always have some sort of marker in my bag where ever I go. With some of the work I do I never know when I'll need one!
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AB800 on a boom camera right straight down
-one shot shoft box, one shot bare bulb.
AB800 bare bulb camera point at the ceiling for fill.