Archives for the month of: February, 2013

Swati came into the lunch room yesterday and with a wide grin said, “I’m going to sit in front of Pat”. “I am not responsible for what will happen” I responded. Everyone knows I just want to read my book but it was too crowded for me to snag my usual remote spot so I was sharing a table. After she had settled down I took out iPat and proceeded to sketch a (nasty horrible stinking no excuse) portrait of her while she was obliviously texting. Her fault, not mine. I was happy just to be drawing.


Later that evening I decided to play around with bits and pieces and make a “collage” from a journal spread made at MoMA almost exactly a year ago and a few recent digital things. Take my word. It is now way better. **—**
ArtRage app, Pogo Sketch stylus. Hmm. That reminds me that I only showed you all two of those collages from last year’s several week’s long adventure at MoMA with my friends? I wonder if anyone wants to see the other seven?


ArtRage app, Sensu stylus; some of my characters showed up.


ArtRage app, Sensu stylus; another photo by Jenn Mason set me off.

Road has been nicely plowed, car is cleaned off and neighbor Adam snow-blowed (blew?) my driveway clear. Phew. I will be able to go to Dunkin’ tomorrow.


ArtRage app, Sensu stylus; Jenn Mason sparked today’s idea.

My Personal Storm Pacifier, iPat, is charged up, ready and eager to keep me oblivious and unaware of The Outdoors. Sandy lesson was learned – don’t have to be told twice – so I filled up the tank yesterday. This morning found me walking two miles at the mall. The next likely exercise will be digging a tunnel from the front door to the street. I have a list of easy simpleminded diversions, batteries and Cheerios. YES YES YES I even have Tomorrow’s Extra Large Dunkin’ ALREADY. Of course. What did you expect?


I was inspired by a photograph showing a snippet of James McNeill Whistler’s Peacock Room (Smithsonian’s Freer Gallery of Art) that was in yesterday’s (hmm lots of apostrophes) Art Daily Newsletter.
ArtRage app, Sensu brush, freehand drawing

Our Intrepid Traveling Reporter, of course, spotted a herd of these things and, while running, snapped and sent a pic. I think it was Amsterdam but maybe she changed planes in Paris? Doesn’t matter. These fellows are more suited for Amsterdam. They would have to be more chic if they were Parisian.


ArtRage app, Sensu stylus.; referred to photo with much artistic license using my wrong hand for everything.

It must be from all the vino and violets.


And last night Teri sent us the following – created with Pulp-O-Mizer Cover Maker. Google it.


ArtRage app, Sensu stylus and OBVIOUSLY not traced. Used Benedicte’s Journey into Nostalgia as a reference. You can “pin” a photo to the canvas as you would in your actual make-a-mess studio or the way you might have a pic on your computer to look at while you draw in a sketchbook.

She sent a pic of the guy standing upside down with hearts on his bum (for her, obviously) and Teri and I found the big elephant calmly standing on a bell in one of those middle-of-the-block NYC passageways between buildings which are way too grand to be called alleys and where a big long sleek running rabbit also hung out.


ArtRage app, Sensu stylus; traced outlines of the man and elephant and then discarded and resumed the merriment. Ha ha. Tracing is supposed to simplify things. This took so long – my dinner time was two hours late because I forgot and this is the third version. I “tossed in the garbage” two previous iterations.


ArtRage app, Sensu stylus; inspired and aided by Teri’s photo and stalling – gotta walk and it is COLD out there.


ArtRage app, Pogo Sketch stylus