driftwood

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I drew the battered end of a piece of driftwood early one Sunday morning in a fresh, clean ocean breeze as a one-foot swell hypnotically broke metronomically on the shingle. From one perpective, a drawing is an artifact of what one was actually able to see. RSD

Mown hay

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

This is my first pencil drawing in decades and decades.
I was driving down a quiet country road on my way home from my pal Ed's place in Naniamo when I glanced this sunny field of mowed grass framed by big, shady trees. I stopped the car, got out pencils and sketch pad, sat in the long grass and made this picture. RSD

Willows Beach

I made this picture looking across Oak Bay to the marina while sitting at a shaded picnic table as an army of carneys set up the rides for the Oak Bay Tea Party. It was great to watch them roll in with the tilt-a-whirl, the ferris wheel, whack-a-mole, the cotton candy booth and the rest of the wonderful attractions that make an old-fashioned fair. Summertime... and the livin' is easy! RSD