I met the disgustingly skillful Paul Heaston early this morning in NYC. We have known each other's work for years through our respective blogs, Facebook and Flickr, and today we were meeting for the first time. Seeing his work in real life, flipping through the pages of his sketchbooks was a thrill. We sketched on the High Line while talking for hours. As with Liz Steel a year ago, it was nothing short of an exhilarating experience.
H pencil, Pigma Micron 05 & watercolor in sketchbook.
Not much is happening on this blog these days, as I am drawing almost exclusively for the book. But here is a quick mug drawn on a diner place mat, because sometimes that's all I can fit in a day of writing and doodling.
Pigma 05 on recycled place mat with Photoshop for whiting out.
Drawing with my daughter might be my absolute favorite thing to do. I sit down next to her as she is starting a drawing. As she begins to tell the story of what she is drawing, I notice it might last for a few minutes. So I grab a piece of blank paper too and draw what's on the table. We've done this a couple of times already and her capacity to make a narrative up as she goes has cracked me up. Meanwhile, as I listen and ask questions, I am doing a little drawing of my own, and if I am lucky, she will come over to my chair and add a little personal touch to it. In this case, a star to the left. Tonight, we sat at her table for a solid 45 minutes, and I used her colored pencils to draw her little toy trumpet.
I am now sending all the little mixes, DVDs and other little packages that I don't have the time to concoct during the school year. Yesterday, I sent a couple of movies to my former student Antoine (who had given Nora a bear whom we named Antoine!), and added a bullterrier on the bubble mailer. Sharpie ultra fine point.