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Burrowing Owls
This is the first burrowing owl drawn in my calendar. He is my spirit animal. Is it okay to laugh at your own jokes? This guy pleases me to no end. So of course I had to draw more.. and that leads to some more formal drawings. and some collaborations with Brent Wear:
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Some Owls
I find my oracles in fiction; which is funny, because I am not a very avid reader. Someday I might post a reading list, but I am not sure it would be relevant to anyone but me. If you pay attention, I share what I’ve learned in the cryptic half sentences of twitter and instagram. Sometimes it comes out in drawing or dress form. Even I don’t know how it will end up. Here, I drew you some owls.
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Last Bird
Here it is: the last bird drawing on the last page of my 2013 calendar. I have to admit that most of December with its holiday deadlines has made this project extra challenging to draw and post to instagram every day. And I also have to admit that I am looking forward to not having to post a drawing every single day. This project has been super fun, and has led to some very interesting projects, and I am sure that I will be doing a lot of interesting things in the future because of this too. I feel like I accomplished what I set out to do, which…
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Drawing and Painting: Bird Collaborations with Brent Wear
Not too long ago my friend, painter Brent Wear approached me about doing some collaborations with my bird drawings. He has been encouraging me forever to do more visual artwork, and has been my go to art mentor whenever I am in some sort of existential art crisis. I have resisted making purely visual art for a long time in order to keep myself on a steady track of sewing, but it has always been difficult for me to focus on one thing single-mindedly. Usually, I am satisfied to make a stray thing here and there to feed my curious soul’s need to try new things. Brent is well known…
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Sometimes You F*ck Up
sometimes you are drawing along, and the drawing is nearly perfect and then you f*ck it up. there is a pause and moment of did i really do that? and it is in ink, and there is no going back. so if you are like me, you cannot crumple up and toss out what was a perfectly good drawing that you spent over two hours on. how to fix it? it isn’t something that can be inked over, so you just have to embrace it, and let the weird ideas just leak out of your head.. and then start over on a new one. in all i drew this poor…
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in the well worn path between where i sleep and where i work
there are a few efficient ways for me to walk to work in that diagonal nearly straight line of the mile between where i sleep and where i work. the walk is by no means monotonous. there are the neighborhood cats and chickens, the birds (i know where more than a few good nests are), the giant papier mache chicken timer on someone’s porch. lately i have made two discoveries that have me torn in which direction i take on the way there. the first is the vacant lot surrounded by a cyclone fence where grass and weeds has grown up where a building once stood. in there is this…
