wagonized

Draw something!

I was wondering if I would be doing much drawing on my iPhone anymore, now that I got an iPad for my birthday.  Drawing on the iPad after drawing on the iPhone is like finally getting a pair of jeans that fit -- realizing the ones you had were way too constrictive.  Much better for Draw Something too.  Oh the lesson in loosening up that Draw Something has been!  I usually end each drawing, right before I send it, with "ah, f*** it".  I might have even said it outloud.

Brushes for iPhone.

 

Tom

There is not much drawing taking place these days, other than a quick sketch at school here and there.  This was my husband Tom, quite awake though I made him look asleep, during one of our faculty meetings.

I had my sketchbook in my purse, but the book (covered in craft paper) that I had sitting on my lap was just closer.  

 

Now my heart is full

I have been drawing, no really, I have.  My posts have been weekly at best, but in between, I have been sitting at our daughter's table and doodling with her.  She gives me cues ("Maman dessine... cœur?  Étoile?") and I oblige.  Then she adds her contributions.  Crayola washable crayon on Ikea paper.

 

Fifties enough for ya?

I have been drawing little things for the program of our high school musical.  Thought this would look fifties enough for Bye Bye Birdie!  Pigma Micron 08 on Canson Bristol.

 

Those that didn't make the cut

I thought I would post a selection of sketches that I did over the past month and that didn't make the blog because I deemed them either boring, or simply unworthy.  So, from top to bottom: my USB key and three Pilot pens at the end of my lanyard during a meeting, a half empty (or is it half full?) pack of washable markers at school, and an unfinished sketch of Doug, a student. 

Old doodles

I found an old scan I had done of some doodles.  I was sitting in my classroom at the time, proctoring the HSPA exams.  There was a book of poems by Pablo Neruda lying around, and I wanted to remember a few verses that I read, so they also ended up on the page.

Deemed unworthy

Lynne (visit her at Pawprints) kindly asked me to disclose some screw-ups from my sketchbooks, and though it is not easy to reveal the ones i don't like, i must say, it is an exercise in humility!! These didn't make the blog because they were either flawed, boring, or repetitive. From top to bottom: a chair in the doctor's waiting room, a faculty meeting, and Megan's hand.

Doodling the summer away

I've been carrying my sketchbook everywhere this summer, but i don't always think of adding color. When i do, it makes the doodles a little more palatable. So to say.
Pen and watercolor.

My contribution to Suzanne's Moly

Over at the Moleskine Exchange, we (Andrea, Gabi, Juj, Miguel, Suzanne and myself) come from different countries, and some of us don't live in the country we're originally from -- but i wanted to make a little docu-sketch of what the postal service looks like in all these countries (Spain, England, United States, France and Italy).
This is my contribution to Suzanne's moly, whose theme is mail. I had fun researching the colors and the logos of our respective postal services. As for the USPS trucks, they were simply parked across the street from my house.
Large view and other shots are available on Flickr.

The screen door slams.

I had apparently never posted this old drawing of Bruce Springsteen i did one evening in September 1999, while waiting for parents to show up for parent-teacher conferences in my classroom. It was two days after i had seen him for the first time in concert, at the First Union Center in Philadelphia. I was still all brucified, listening to my Born To Run CD, doodling away with whatever i had at hand -- a #2 pencil and Xerox paper.
I am seeing him again tonight at the Meadowlands with the E Street Band (sadly minus Danny Federici).
Original Born To Run photo by Eric Meola.