Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Back In The Hospital, Sketchbook In Hand.

Six months ago, when my 101 year old dad was last in the hospital, he and his roommate revolted.
Each had been hallucinating for days, for various reasons. My dad even called 911 in the middle of the night.
This cartoon still hangs on the wall in the Nurse's Station.

Unfortunately, about two weeks ago Pop had to once again be admitted to the hospital, for the same recurring problems.

Needless to say, he was not a happy camper.

These days, when anyone asks what's wrong with him, he replies "Too many birthdays!"
But when asked what he attributes to his longevity he delights in saying, "Fast horses and slow women!"
Actually I may have that backwards.

To cheer him up I stopped one morning to do a quick sketch of one of his favorite places to visit; the lake at Parvins State Park, near his home in South Jersey.

He looked at the sketch briefly, smiled, then went back to sleep.


Pop is now in a rehab facility. Like the energizer bunny, I suspect he still has lots of life left in him.




Friday, April 4, 2014

The Innocent Eyes of Children.

I seem to be experiencing a need to share with the world the creative expressions of my sons and granddaughter, Diver. Today Ms. Diver is SEVEN years old. Taaaa-Taaaa!

Diver's gift to me this past Christmas was a book, written and illustrated by her. On various pages her Mama Maggi wrote Diver's words, verbatim. The following is the first chapter of five. Enjoy.















                                      Stay tuned for chapter two of Pippy's adventures.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

A Creative Marriage From The Get-Go.

My wife Louise really loved her three very creative sons, Will, Pierce and Mason.

Two Saturdays ago Will had the pleasure of marrying his fiancee, Stacey Doll, in a very unique and creative ceremony in Chester county, Pennsylvania.>

The day was sunny and warm, which I suspect could not be said for the middle of the Brandywine Creek,
where the ceremony took place.

About thirty friends and family members looked down on the bride and groom as they exchanged vows.

And of course posed for photos as they braced themselves against the current. The event and the beautiful environment were overflowing with love and metaphor.

The reception was held a short distance away in a rustic and very historic Inn. I got there early and went wandering up on the second floor. I do lots of sketching in old Inns in South Jersey.

As I heard people gathering in the dinning room below, I could swear I saw fleeting images of guests
enjoying social events in this very inn, many decades in the past?

 Wherever she is, I'm sure Louise was offering her love and best wishes to her son Will, and his new bride.
Welcome to our family, Stacey. You and Louise would have been like two peas in a pod.



 

Friday, March 7, 2014

I Just Sketch What I See.

Friends and strangers have asked me over the many years I've been filling sketchbooks if I carry it with me everywhere I go? The answer is "Yes, pretty much everywhere."

A few mornings ago I found myself in a local Traffic Court, awaiting my turn to see the judge for making an illegal left turn. I'd decided to fight the $252.00 fine.To pass time I drew my fellow defendants.

As soon as I'm done this blog post, I'm driving to South Jersey to see my Dad and my brothers.
On one of my recent visits I simply had to pull over and draw this farmscape.

Quite often on my return I'll stop at this Barnes and Noble store, in Deptford, N.J., to check out the latest Art books and magazines.

Mornings will often find me at my favorite local coffee shop.

I like drawing at this local pub because of the rectangular bar. Most of the people across from me are
focused on TV screens above my head, and don't know I'm sketching them.

But there are always those surprises when my subject comes up to me and wants to see my sketch, as did this long-haired musician.

Once in awhile I'm not the solo artist in the room. This painter was part of the entertainment at a local "Open
Mike" gig. As I tell my students; we're kinda' like Vampires, moving through the unsuspecting populace,
not always so obviously doing our thaaang.
And oh yes, happily the Judge knocked $100. bucks off my fine. Her last name was "Valentine."
Waaaa-daaaa sweetheart.   

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Snowed In With My Girlfriend, Her Doggie, And My Sketchbook.

 Selling my art has gotten a lot more challenging of late with all these recent snowstorms.


When the latest big one descended upon Philly, I decided to abandon my house
and studio to sit out the storm with my friend Nancy and her doggie, Leah.

Sure enough we awoke to find the Weather folks were right; the falling snow was not only beautiful,
but getting deeper by the minute. What was a captive artist to do...?


Nancy suggested a hearty breakfast was in order.

Thank goodness for the Muses of the world. Every artist should have at least one; to provide inspiration,
and nourishment...and...

...a very smart little doggie who knows how to spend time during a snowstorm.
Thank you, Nancy, for cleaning off my car.  Next time I'll be sure to wear my boots.
 







Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Sketching Super Bowl Sunday.




As I write this Philly is once again getting wrapped in a blanket of heavy wet snow,
and the temperature is dropping.

But on Super Bowl Sunday, it was almost balmy. I started my day
having breakfast at "Manhattan Bagel."

I then went to "Trader Joes," to beat the Super Bowl Party shoppers.
But of course by the time I finished this sketch, the lines were getting long at the check-out.
Whoops!

By mid-afternoon I needed a coffee break, so I walked the few blocks from my home
to "Town Hall Coffee Company," where I joined other "Regulars."

Around six I was to rendezvous with Nancy at the home of friends to watch the game.
As as I walked to the door I could see through the windows the party was already in full swing.
Only one problem; wrong house and party. I thanked the host for inviting me to join his friends anyway,
soon found the right house, and did this drawing as the Denver Broncos got TRASHED.

Happily I did not do the same.   






Saturday, January 25, 2014

The Ever Evolving Art Of Parenting.

Do parents ever stop worrying about the well-being of their kids, whatever their age?


Here are my three adult sons; Mason, Will and Pierce.


And here they are as little guys, back in the 1970s. Happy most of the time, but also vulnerable. They needed to be watched over and taken care of.


This past week I had the rare opportunity to once again be "the Dad," and take care of the needs of my oldest son, Will.

 That soccer ball had hit him in the nose really hard when he was a kid, so he finally had some out-patient surgery to clear up some nasal problems. I picked him up at the hospital.

 I did this drawing later that night as he dozed off and on between movies, sitting on his couch.

 On my way home the next morning I realized, in my heart, my big sons will always be "the little guys."