daily-ish index.

  • of travel tiny sketches.

    We have a little mini vacation coming up this summer and I’ve been thinking a lot about travel sketching. I mean, isn’t the that whole substance behind urban sketching—to bring a sketchbook along and scribble shapes and colours that remind one of the adventure? The place we are off to next is simultaneously not really

  • regarding themes.

    I don’t know the long term impacts of focusing my learning into themed months, but when for example I decided that in August I would draw at least one “people-focused” sketch every day for those 31 days it becomes the primary effort of 95% of my art to fit inside that theme, for better or

  • of hesitation.

    Artistic paralysis is definitely a thing. Call it whatever you want. A dry spell. Writers block. Lack of inspiration. I’ve been pondering a few big projects and there has been hesitation to get started. It has nothing to do with my sense of ability or skill, nor does it have much to do with the

  • for a gallery show.

    “It’s your first gallery show!” They told me as I walked into the lunchroom. I gave my notice at my job last week and have been wrapping up my duties before I head into a long-planned creative sabbatical and some time off. The team was throwing me a little farewell party, and as a special

  • on class.

    Seven weeks into an eight week class I feel a lot of things, but I think it’s best summed up with a description of a graph. The Confidence versus Knowledge graph, they say, is like a curve with a deep dip in the middle. At the start, when knowledge is (greater than zero but still)

  • in defence of breaks.

    Even routine needs to be broken occasionally. I’ve been training for a marathon for the last three months. I started training eight months before the actual race because I’d been injured and while I wasn’t (strictly speaking) starting from scratch, I was pretty much starting over in my running career. So I’ve spent about three

  • on brushing up.

    Over the last few years of trying to teach myself to urban sketch and dabble in watercolour, I’ve bought a good assortment of brushes. Not good brushes. Economical brushes to align with my learning status. I had to go to the art store this evening with a supply list for the painting class I registered

  • on instruction.

    I took a three hour watercolour class at the local community centre this afternoon. We painted a sunset behind the mountains. It never hurts to spend any time as a student, no matter how much skill you think you have. There is always something to be learned from another person, a skill or a tip

  • on not drawing.

    I’m taking a deserved day off. I’ve been drawing every day for the whole month of March and (with some family stuff happening today) I need a day to catch my breath. The break will be short-lived, of course, because (a) it’s basically spring now and I can start to see the trees budding and

  • on #martch last.

    It’s 7am as I write this last post of my month of daily drawing and unless something goes terribly wrong today and I can’t find thirty minutes or so to dabble out even a simple sketch, I think I’m going to be able to announce on April 1 (no fooling) that my daily doodles have

  • of human perspective, part 2.

    I just read an article about an upgrade to a video game I play. The game now includes ray tracing. In essence, it changes the way light is rendered by the 3d processing engine to enhance the dynamic blah blah blah… technology! I watched the video and couldn’t see the difference. Honestly. I’ve written previously

  • on fountain pens, part 2.

    I ordered a couple fountain pens last week, and since they’ve arrived I’ve been dabbling in doodling with my new toys. Specifically, I ordered two LAMY Safari pens, a yellow one with an extra fine nib and a black one with a medium nib. Fountain pens feel different on the page than the felt-tipped markers

  • on messes.

    I had thirty minutes at lunch today to do my daily sketch, so I went for a walk and found nice place to sit in the atrium of the local theatre where there a ton of benches and plants and natural light. A thousand little scribbles turned into a mess of vegetation and some hurried

  • masked off.

    I’ve been experimenting with masking. No, it’s not anything unique or new, but I’ve been playing around with the notion of a crisp white border around my painting. A box made of masking tape defines the rectangle of paintable area on the page. Sometimes the border is thin. Sometimes it is very wide, so wide

  • re: waiting for paint to dry.

    Watercolour painting has forced me to become more patient than I’m used to. I’m used to pushing through. I’m used to getting stuff done sequentially and quickly. I’m used to checking off items from a to do list to complete a task. But then I paint. Watercolour sometimes forces you to sit and (literally) wait

  • on photo expeditions, part one.

    I went for a long walk with the dog this morning with the intention of not only getting out into the spring air, but also of snapping a small collection of reference photos for future painting efforts. I nabbed some landscapes of the river valley. I captured a few perspective shots under the bridge over

  • on plein air lunch breaks, part one.

    I’ve been taking my pocket sketchbook to work with me, the little one, the wallet-sized, fit-in-your-jacket-pocket, discrete-to-carry-around moleskine that I started sketching in almost a year ago but have only filled about a dozen pages, that one. The goal, and one I need to more consciously aspire towards now that spring is here and outdoor

  • of ai, part one.

    Almost everyone is talking about or writing about AI these days, and in particular with regards to things like the arts the latest generation of artificial intelligence tools are creating a massive shockwave of speculation and curiosity. This morning I watched a demo reel from a gaming engine company for their newest updates to an

  • for finding inspiration, part two.

    I sometimes see artists depicted in film, fiction and media and consistently those artists tend to be singularly focused on a single point of inspiration. They draw a thing. Not things. A thing. It makes me wonder, as I search each day for something unique and interesting to draw, if I need to focus more

  • on fountain pens.

    I’ve been trying out fountain pens again. About a year ago I bought a dip pen, some ink, and a bunch of motivation to learn to use them. It turns out I’m not a fan of dip pens. Fun, but delicate and messy. Not my style. But then last week — in my ongoing search

  • of spring-spiration.

    It’s the first day of spring. Or, officially, the spring equinox and the astronomical point at which the planetary axis corresponds to this thing we think of as a seasonal change. I was thinking about being outside again and painting in the fresh air. I could, in theory, paint outside year-round, but since watercolour needs

  • of multitasking.

    I dabble in a lot of artistic stuff. I’ve been painting and posting it here, sure, but I have also been writing, taking photos, making short videos that I post on Youtube, and delving into the culinary “arts” as I bake and do other interesting things. I’m still struggling with the unanswerable question of whether

  • on photography.

    I bought a camera app. Well, precisely, I subscribed to an app for my phone for about ten bucks per year that simulates some of the features of an SLR camera. It’s not perfect, but it allows manual control over things like white balance and exposure that are all seemingly automated in the native camera

  • to rule them all.

    It’s strange to admit but after nearly 18 months of actively sketching and painting I finally — finally! — bought a ruler. Six inches of light ruled stainless steel with a cork base just the right size to fit into my pencil case. Finally. Did I mention, finally!? I’ve been using the edges of books,

  • for supplies on hand.

    I work in the office downtown at least two days per week. I work from home the other three. At home I have lots of art supplies, including dozens of paint brushes, a half dozen paint sets, a small stack of art books, pens, erasers, rulers, masking fluid, markers, palettes, sponges, tape, easels, and a

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