Coffee!

coffee

I found this pose while sifting through a pile of photos that I keep around for reference. Morning coffee, hot and strong. Nothing fancy here, just an organized drawing and the usual limited palette keeping everything in quiet mode. Watercolors on Arches paper.

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Tired Tulips

tulips

These guys were hanging around our mantel for weeks and they were done. So I limited my palette to three colors and made two puddles for each color – a light and a dark (shadow) version. Then I loaded the brush, starting with light green and proceeded to put as much information on paper as I could in one pass, taking care not to backtrack anywhere. After that dried, I started again, this time with the darker hues, taking care to only cover the shadow areas. Two passes, one light and one dark, and I was finished. Watercolors on rough paper.

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April 15th, 1912

titanic

In the collective psyche of humanity, few peacetime disasters stand out with greater impact than the sinking of the RMS Titanic. Built with state-of-the-art maritime technology and declared unsinkable, the world’s largest ship sank on her maiden voyage, taking 1,500 people with her. Her memory lives on through books, movies, artifacts and photographs. This was painted from one of the last photos taken of the ship as it left Queenstown, Ireland. I limited my palette to Paynes gray, Prussian blue, orange and white. Acrylic on watercolor board.

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Finding Form

flint

Flint is a fifty-five pound black lab that started his life training to be a service dog but decided on a career change, and instead became our son’s family pet. He can curl himself into a ball of black fur so tightly that it’s tough to know what part of him you are looking at. Once I located his basic shape, I emphasized the lights a bit, just to be able to see him better. Watercolor on rough paper.

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Way back

jazz

in grade school, I fancied myself learning to play the trumpet. At home, however, this idea was immediately, and perhaps wisely, discouraged. Here I am anyway, blaring away. Gouache and watercolor on bristol board.

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