Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Last call at the old George Orwell


The pub is now called the Hops and Glory. They came to that name after a long process of indecision, due to which I reserved the old name in my head as a standby. I prefer the old name but the man himself never drank there as far as I know. He did drink at a pub five minutes away, The Compton Arms, when its floors were strewn with bales of hay.

By the time I drew this last picture the girls at the bar had definitely decided I wasn't a problem. As my clothes dried out they became more friendly. By the time my ride came we were friends.



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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

black and red



A figure, or most of one, painted in watercolour. I did this a few years ago, and I don't recall the model's name. I do know that she posed for around an hour. And that she had excellent hair.

My approach with watercolour figures usually involves a pencil drawing, still visible here, followed by the large areas of pigment, in this case the flesh. Details of features or costume follow, and finally I finish up by reemphasizing important details, and adding a few points of texture. I often use markers or crayons in the last stages. For this picture, I worked into the hair with china marker to make the shadows properly dark.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Monday, September 22, 2014

something delicious in Toronto

The smog dog is Toronto's signature street food, thanks to a series of difficult-to-understand bylaws that forbid most other options.

It is a mysterious meat, but perfect in its way. It's garish in appearance, and the flavour sharp, aggressive, and without subtlety. It's best not to think about the ingredients.

Biting into a smog dog is like swallowing a salad of tumourous rats and cigarette butts garnished with petroleum dregs. In short, it encapsulates a vital part of the urban experience.


In my drawing, a student at the University of Toronto is enjoying what the city has to offer.




The drawing was done with a china marker just off St. George Avenue. And as should be obvious, I love smog dogs.

Monday, September 15, 2014

the professor of classics

One of the foremost experts on Constantine and the Roman Empire of Late Antiquity:



Thursday, September 11, 2014

on via Bonifacio Lupi



I took a few minutes while strolling around Florence to sketch these buildings on Via Bonifacio Lupi. I used a dip pen and india ink, which is an awkward medium to use on a street corner.

Friday, September 5, 2014

John

In a contemplative mood...


Drawn from life with a Copic brush pen and a blue felt-tip pen.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Rob


A drawing done in around ten minutes. He pretty much fills up the 8.5x11 sketchbook page.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Flowers

Sometimes you want to sit down and draw. If you're lucky, there's something good in front of you. Other times, you have to draw flowers.

These ones were on the side table, so I drew them.


Friday, August 15, 2014

man about town




Drawn from life with a brush marker at the Arts Project on Dundas St., in London, Ontario.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Tarragon

An old portrait of Tarragon, painted with acrylics on a spare piece of furniture (hence the peg holes). I made this back in my students days, when I was always looking for inexpensive materials.

It's suffered a lot of scratches and chips over the years:


Monday, August 11, 2014

Victoria Park

Waiting for Emily to get home so we could look at this view from her balcony. I brought wine. She had Aperol.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

After a day at Kew

Kew Gardens. Beautiful. From the moment they ask for your £17 entry fee, this place never ceases to amaze me.



Thursday, July 31, 2014

An annihilation of time and space

From the window of a high speed train, the world becomes a smear that verges on the abstract. Thankfully, the angularity of human constructions - in this case wind turbines - provides some punctuation.



This is the ninth in a series of nineteen paintings.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

self-portrait with glove

I found a pair of huge buff leather cavalry gauntlets in a second-hand market in Florence, and just had to make a picture of myself wearing them.



It was done with china marker on a large sheet of textured paper. You can see the laid lines of the paper through the marker strokes.