Drawings from the coffee shop. Also, my meatspace partner tried to lick my head and some magnetic poetry.
From earlier tonight at City Coffeehouse. I drew many stickers.
I remember now that I had a laundry list of plans for tonight. Instead of doing those things, I spent it drawing and watching Ghost in the Shell Arise with my cat.
Carved a new hand block tonight.
On January 4th, I spent time with Chris Switzer. He received the grand tour of my “art haus” and was doted on by my forever affection seeking kitty. He even let me draw his hands. He was a good hand model.
Chris is an amazing photographer. Check his work out at:
A few drawings from last night.
Drawing hands on postcards to mail to strangers on postcrossing.com while watching X-Files.
There was a mighty storm in Michigan last night. The power in my house went out. There is still no power today.
After work, I headed to City Coffeehouse in Allen Park, Michigan. I drew my left hand and then some strangers. The girl drawing talked to me. She is drawing scary faces.
A bunch of hands on various things from last night. I was feeling off from some bad food and had to stay home from going to the movies. It would have been the first movie that I would see a theater for this year.
Instead of lying in bed feeling like an Alien was ready to chest burst or worse yet, stomach burst, I got out the paint and got busy. It was a pretty productive night.
My cat watched the art happenings from her ottoman perch. As I write this blog post, she is attacking a sheet of newspaper on the floor. No wait, she just discarded it in favor of watching the turtles get warm.
I am getting ready for my day job. However, the art is raging in my veins like the T Virus from Resident Evil.
PS. Song of the day The Smiths - This Charming Man. Google that and pick up your cat or nearest loved one and dance around the living room or such.
I feel like the art of letter writing and mailing art as communication is dead. Social digital media becomes a favored form of communication. Text messages are short and brisk.
I have been sending drawings and letters to people all over the globe for the past five years. I have received a handful of replies. The most notable being a post card from Charles Bronson who is in solitary confinement in the UK prison system.
However, the majority of my correspondence has been replied to with a text message or an email saying “I got your letter. I got your art. Thanks.” I don’t do this to get a return though, but it is interesting the form that it is communicated in. There is an artist in Canada that I befriended on live journal. To each letter or art I send in the mail, I receive a Facebook message “Sorry, I am so busy lately. I cannot write back. I am sorry. Thanks.”
I drew all 10 of these drawings in public at a restaurant. All of these drawings are of my left hand.
Tomorrow, I will mail them all out to people that I know and even strangers with a return PO Box address.
I am doing this, because it is what I do. I enjoy sharing my art.
See all of the drawings here http://www.behance.net/gallery/10-Hands-on-the-25th-of-April/8362721