Figure Drawings from Drawing Class

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All four drawings.

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Planar analysis drawing. Conte crayon. 2019.

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Contour line drawing. Conte crayon. 18 x 24. 2019.

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Value drawing no.1. Conte crayon. 18 x 24. 2019.

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Value drawing no. 2. Conte crayon. 18 x 24. 2019.

Some Poetry

In addition to drawing, I also write verse to pass the time. So far people have liked the poems that I have showed them, so now I will share some of them (the poems I mean) with you. I hope you will enjoy them.

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The Burden of the Dead and Obsolete

Designed more than one hundred years ago,
A steady drip of water to make gas
To help the blackened miners down below.
A rusty relic now, its time is passed.
I have three carbide lamps upon my desk.
Three brothers of a long forgotten breed,
Who aided men who worked in mines or caves
And gave them safety on their darkest days.
I feel that it is an important task
To preserve the things we once did need,
Though people now use new electric light.
Each region of the night is brightly lit.
Though burning brightly now, yes very bright,
Has anyone considered it may quit?


I have not come up with a title for this one yet.

My mother, my father, and I
Used to pass time by
When stuck at a light that was red
Make words from the car just ahead.

“RBL,” the licence plate said,
“Rebel,” said Todd before scratching his head.
“Wait,” said I, “I was going to say
That that word ought to be Rabelais!”

“GJW,” the licence plate read,
“George John Washington,” my mother said.
“Washington, really? You’re goofy,” said I,
“Wait just a minute and let me just try.”

I pondered and pondered, and just could not think
Of anything…
…and I still can’t think!


A Lament Upon the Neckwear of the Age

The noble necktie first appeared
To cover that which men most feared;
It was scandal for someone who
Appeared abroad, shirtfront in view.

Who could guess that some neckties would
For a short time be wrought of wood?
Horace Walpole, for a lark,
Had his necktie made out of bark!

1900 had the fashion
For which I have an adoring passion!
Long and thin or short and wide.
That was all, and none pre-tied!

The neckties now are fairly botched,
For they accentuate the wearer’s crotch!
To-day’s fashion is a dump,
As is shown by Donald Trump!


The Cricket

I heard a cricket through the storm.
Its chirping, to me, seemed quite plain,
Through the crashing of the thunder
And also splashing of the rain.

Quite dry and safe inside was I,
Reclining comfortably in bed.
While in the cold the cricket stayed,
On cushions I reclined my head.

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Self-Portraits

Here are a few of my self-portraits I have done in the past year or two. As you can see, I am using my art to transport myself back into the time periods that I adore. It is a form of wish fulfillment, I guess.

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Self-portrait in the style of Egon Schiele (Colored pencil and watercolor on paper. 2015.)

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Folk art self-portrait (Oil on canvas board. 2016.)

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Self-Portrait in the 1840’s (study for “Surrealist Self-Portrait.” India ink over graphite on paper. 2016.)

 

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Self-Portrait in cloth cap (1920’s) (Graphite on paper. 2017.)

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Self-portrait, June 3rd, 1817 (Graphite on paper. 2017.)

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Self-Portrait, June 7th, 1917 (Graphite on paper. 2017.)