A Small Slice of Canyon Country...

... from my office window.

This is a somewhat urban perspective, but Canyon Country is actually very naturalistic and picturesque.

This morning I did a 3 mile cross-country run in the wilderness next to my community. Literally, I open a gate run up a hill and for the duration of my run I'll be much more likely to see quail, rabbit, snake or hawk than I am to see another human. Life is good!

A Quick Little Drawing!

In addition to all my other happenings I've been drawing and playing guitar the last couple of days. Yesterday I did a sketch of a "CAUTION! WET FLOOR" cone. How's that for inspiration; impressive, right?

This modest little drawing is just a view from my office. Sure beats toiling in a dungeon with no windows!

A Source of Inspiration, Drawn

When I was a little boy, and before I had a vocation (obviously) I was an artist; I was always drawing. I wasn't accomplished, per se, but it was natural for me, and it was part of my being.

It was also in the time of my youth that I developed an interest in airplanes, probably from seeing them first in movies, but also from just seeing them flying around. I was fascinated - the glint of sunlight off the wingtip of a sleek and beautiful flying machine was inspirational.  So much so that when it came time to have a vocation I chose aerospace engineering.

I am glad I chose that path, and that profession has benefited me, but... after five years of school, five semesters of college calculus, decades of employment, some good projects, some bad ones, two layoffs, productive encounters with a handful of smart people, and many more encounters with idiots... I find myself drawing an airplane in the desert. Not any old airplane though. This airplane is one of the exact model that I remember being inspired by as a youth.

Funny thing, a person can always "be" an artist, but he can't always "have an engineering job". That's because artist is a state of being while engineering is just a job.

Once again "being" is better than "having".

I am richer for simply being an artist than I could claim by merely having a job as a engineer.

I am fortunate and grateful for that.

An Angular Armored Vehicle!

On an unseasonably warm spring Saturday I baked in the sun and did draw this vehicle. The location was the War Museum in South El Monte. 

At the beginning of each of these sessions with my drawing class I have seemed to struggle with the method. Then I sit with the instructor Will and I explain the problems I've encountered. Each time he has provided directly applicable help which I then apply.

I am happy with this drawing, and I learned (or re-learned) some important techniques and/or concepts: 

[1] for this type of sketching it is counter-productive to attempt super accurate perspective
[2] make sure to accurately capture the height and width of the front of the subject
[3] make depth measurements relative to the front-facing view
[4] use a "double stroke" to execute lines to achieve a lively and  "sketchy" effect.

Sorry there is no humor within this post; I suspect that it was evaporated out of me in the brutal heat of that day.

A 5 Value Stag Beetle!

I've actually been busy with my drawing, pretty much, among other things, but, as for posting here, not so much. Once again though, the activity of drawing beats the activity of posting, pretty much.

Anyway I've been introduced to a new method of sketching. It's a five value system that uses warm gray markers applied to an oatmeal colored paper. I really enjoy the process and the results I am getting. More to come soon!

Be Alive... draw! drAW! DRAW!

A new day, a new drawing! Drawing is a great human activity; I'd like to do it more often. However, sometimes obstacles assert themselves to defeat the urge to draw. Today I have one particular obstacle in mind.

Any idea what obstacle I am talking about? You might be surprised, because the obstacle itself is essential to the activity of drawing.

Curious? Well the obstacle is the brain, my brain in particular.

My brain sometimes doubts my ability to draw, and I think to myself, "self, maybe today's drawings will not be very good."

Weird, huh?

My brain says, "let's not draw if the drawings are not going to be perfect." That's bad.

Now I am not saying that my brain always defeats me from picking up the pen, but sometimes it does.

I suspect the way out of this dilemma is to realize that the act of drawing itself is more valuable to me than any products that may result from the act of drawing, i.e., "my drawings."

I started this thought and this post out pretty innocuously, but in fact I think this insight is rather profound.

The lesson for me is that drawing is a perfect opportunity to be "alive in the moment," to be fully "present." Isn't that what I want? Isn't that a better outcome than having in my possesion "some good drawings?"

For me the answers to these questions are yes, and yes. I would rather "be alive in the moment" than to "have some good drawings."

How would you answer these questions for yourself, for whatever activities are important to you?

Now brain, step aside, I have some drawing to do! (One thing though brain, don't go away too far; I still need you, even for this.)

Back In the Saddle!

I am a machine! A biological machine, but still, for the purpose of exposition, a machine.

Like any good machine I have different gears and drive trains that whirl and twirl, meshing smoothly for the most part, but sometimes grinding, and at other times just plain old "getting rusty."

All this to say that my art gears have been idling for a time as I focus on other grand schemes. Hence no posts recently.

Regardless, I have drawn and posted once again. This picture includes a special cameo appearance of my index finger; isn't that special? My finger demanded credit, saying (in silent finger talk) it would not cooperate next time I wanted to dial a rotary phone if I didn't make the mention. With so much at stake, I acquiesced. I mentioned my finger. I hope that by so doing, I avoided, an arguably, only-very-remotely-likely-event.

At least my narcissistic machine finger is happy.