Feb 28, 2010

Feb 27, 2010

Merlin the Wizard

at the library watching a dvd on his laptop, listening with headphones. Or at least a guy who looks like Merlin.

Feb 25, 2010

Woman

studying at the cafe. Not a great drawing, but it was a tiring day at work and I had low energy.

Feb 24, 2010

Feb 23, 2010

Woman

at the library. She was sitting quite far away and I couldn't see her very well.

Feb 22, 2010

Feb 21, 2010

Reading

a fashion magazine at the library.

Feb 20, 2010

Studying

and maybe flirting a little too.

off topic: A Dating Gripe

This is not art or drawing related but I have to gripe about it.

On Monday night I had a dinner date with a girl I had met at the cafe. Leading up to the date I was quite nervous and excited. She is really, really cute and I was happy to be able to get a date with her.

We ate at a cute little Japanese restaurant in the village that I suggested. The conversation flowed well and the evening progressed nicely except for one thing– she kept her blackberry on the table near her bowl and compulsively checked it every minute or two. I understand that since she does network sales she has a lot of clients and contacts and needs to keep up with them. But on a first date? Several times, while I was in mid-sentence she would pick it up, look at it and type a text message. Apparently, she felt it would be rude to wait until later and answer the texts all at once. But the habit seemed compulsive and counterproductive, not to mention rude and a turnoff.

I pictured being in bed with her, having sex. It would be passionate and exciting. We would be thrashing about and moaning, building towards a shattering climax. Just as we are at the pinnacle of pleasure, connected in body and spirit, she would turn aside and click out a text message on the damn blackberry. Coitus interruptus blackberrius. The image was a real arousal-killer.

To her credit, she did thank me for dinner. And she did ask questions about my life and my art that showed genuine interest. In the end though, I need to be with someone who can occasionally unplug from work obligations and be present with me. Snafugirl suggested that I could just try to hookup with this girl, but the damn blackberry thing is just too much of a turnoff, even more so than if she ate cheese fries in bed. On top of that I don't know if the girl was attracted to me either.

So no more dates with her or anyone else this weekend. Tonight (Friday) I went to a friend's art opening, then came back home and listened to trance music while sculpting a clay figure to use for my next painting. I'm well on my way to becoming the lonely old man living in a basement with 14 cats and 500 empty Pepto Bismal bottles.

Feb 19, 2010

A regular

at the cafe. There hasn't been a time I've gone that this man wasn't there. Tonight he had little speakers set up with his computer.

Feb 18, 2010

I was tired

and annoyed from work and it shows in the drawing. I decided that I'm still going to post drawings from days like this even though they are not strong drawings. Since this is a diary of sorts, it is a more accurate record of my life.

Feb 17, 2010

Process of a Painting

This is the process of a painting I completed recently.

Thumbnails
First I did numerous tiny thumbnail sketches to solidify the image or idea. At first the idea is very hazy, like a dream image that is on the verge of being forgotten. This is one of the crude thumbnails:













Oil Sketch Study













Maquette
Once I had a more clear idea of the motif, I made a maquette with Sculpy, a crafts clay that hardens when baked in the oven. The box was constructed from pieces of illustration board, pieced together with Yes! glue, then painted with acrylic. The cloth part is from an old pillowcase and I painted dark red diamonds on it. There is a simple wire armature underneath the cloth and Sculpy. The backdrop is construction paper with a coat of oil paint. The whole setup was placed on a small shelf in my studio and lit by overhead track lighting.














First Attempt
When I began the actual painting I immediately realized something was off about the composition. It would have been too hard to wipe down the paint and then shift and repaint everything, so I returned to Soho Art Materials, got a fresh 16 x 16 inch canvas and started over again.













Final Piece
Shifting the subject 1/2" over and down made a world of difference. An instructor in art school helped me to become conscious of this part of the process, shifting things that are a bit off and waiting until they lock into their proper place.

Red Box, 2010, oil on canvas, 16 x 16 in.
















Last week I missed going to a singles event with Snafugirl and Copasetica because I was working on this painting. I was so mad at myself because I later found out that the women to men ratio was 3-to-1. But the event was on a Monday night after I'd had to work late and I just wanted to go home and paint. I don't think I would have been in the right mood to hit on women at Thom bar (just the thought of it fills me with dread, actually). Anyway, all this is my rationalization for missing the event, just in case my soulmate was there that night and we never end up meeting and I end up a lonely old man living in a basement surrounded by 14 cats and 500 empty Pepto Bismal bottles.

Woman

reading a magazine at the library.

Feb 16, 2010

Man

on the soft chair at the cafe.

Feb 15, 2010

Two women

who got up and left before I could finish.

Feb 14, 2010

Two people

on the soft chairs at the cafe. The man is a hardcore regular at the cafe and practically lives there.

off topic: Happy Chinese New Year

in the year of the tiger. I spent Saturday cleaning my apartment and organizing. It's tradition to take care of unfinished business and get organized right before the lunar new year. This year I'm glad it falls on Feb 14 because I'm certainly not going to say Happy Valentine's Day. Being single on V-day sucks and I've already watched Love Actually far too many times for it to make me feel better.

Of course I miss my ex. I've been contemplating if I should call or email her. What if she is on the cusp of deciding we should be together but thinks I don't care anymore since I haven't contacted her? But no, life isn't like a movie and there won't be a breathless Last-Minute-Before-She-Leaves airport scene where we finally sort things out. I've already made it clear to her that I want us to be life partners and I don't think there is any misunderstanding about how I feel. Contacting her more will probably make things worse. I think she is trying to distance herself so she can make career and life decisions without the complication of where our relationship would fit in.

As much as I'd like to, I can't be self-indulgent and pig out on Ben and Jerry's and cheese popcorn since I'm working on my six pack. It's strange how when you don't have a partner you feel as if you are in training.

Instead, I bought myself a pair of Diesel jeans.

Feb 13, 2010

Cat in the Hat

man, this time with glasses on.

Feb 12, 2010

Feb 11, 2010

Studying is so boring

and this college student was really not into it. Can't say I blame him.

I was sitting on the cushioned bench seat and a man sat down next to me and removed his shoes and socks and massaged and wiggled his toes. Apparently he felt the need to do this in public.

Feb 10, 2010

Man

at the library. Not terribly inspired but I can't always wait for inspiration.


Feb 9, 2010

Open mouth man

at the library. I think this is the fifth time I've drawn him. He's a dependable model since he moves very little while reading and seems to always be at the library. Andrew Wyeth had Helga for his muse, I have this guy.


Feb 8, 2010

Man at the Flushing Mall

with a funny hat and a puffy jacket.


Feb 7, 2010

Man writing

at the cafe. It was a slow night there. I didn't buy a drink these past two visits. Saves money and calories.


Feb 5, 2010

Three men

discussing some sort of business project at the Flushing Mall.


Feb 3, 2010

Man with cane

waiting in line at the library.


Feb 2, 2010

Man asleep

at the library. When the weather is warm, I see this man at the sketchy playground. He sleeps on the benches there too.