The hair is still long, but there is a hardhat on top of it, and there’s a moustache under my nose. We were sitting in a Dodge pick-up up in the hills and killing time before doing some cruising. The morning sun lit up one side of my face. I saw this image in the side mirror and drew it in my scale book with ball point pen.
We were cruising an old growth Douglas-Fir stand slated to be clearcut. A fog hung in the woods. The firs had straight, clear, gray stems that faded into the fog. Suddenly this fantastic dark giant appeared from out of the mist. I sat down and sketched it in my scale book in pencil. Later I used the sketch as the basis for a large pen & ink. There's no scale here, but the tree is at least 6 feet thick at the base.
They sent us to the College of the Redwoods for a Log Scaling class. We were sitting in an amphitheatre and there was this huge, hairy, and perpetually confused guy taking up two chairs in the row below me. I called him The Blob. He was always asking dumb questions. He annoyed me so much I did this sketch and hung it on the wall in our trailer at work.
Some of the best work I've done isn't hanging on a wall; it's sitting in a box in my closet that's full of my old sketch books. I fill up one or two books each year. Some of the sketches end up as a basis of a more formal work, but most don't. They’re more important to me as a pictorial diary and also as on-going training; learning to really see and to understand shape, light and color.
This blog is to share my sketches as well as my sketching experiences.