Here’s an oil sketch on paper.
Here’s an oil sketch on paper.
The Senior Senator from Kentucky looks like a middle school librarian (so does Harry Reid for that matter–actually Harry Reid strikes me as more of a piano teacher), but Mitch McConnell is the Senate Minority leader and the most powerful hand to oppose the Obama administration’s hopes at Nationalized Health Care. He’s a sharp fella. His opposition to Harry Reid’s motion to proceed is a fascinating bit of political maneuvering. It drives a wedge between the Democrats and spreads confusion. The weakness of the Democratic party is its loose and warring conglomeration of special interests, and prolonging the debate amongst Democrats about what to include in the Senate bill will cause the disparate groups to fight amongst themselves. Furthermore, it illustrates to the American people the absurdity of the government’s promise to satisfy infinite desires with finite means. Still, Harry Reid is pretty savvy, and Team Obama has proven itself ready to kneecap some folks Chicago-style to force its way. In my lifetime, politics has never been this interesting.
Edit: Since I’m getting so much mileage out of this Mitch Mcconnell piece, I figured I’d put up a nicer version.
Last night I had a visitor. My neighbor, Cory Godbey, snuck into the house and placed a wig on a stick on the staircase that leads to my room. The white peepers sat at my eye level, and I jumped as I turned the corner.
Here’s a picture of me with the offending wig. I have nearly recovered.
I have a painting I can’t wait to start and another piece I hope to post this weekend, about 70 percent completed. Not enough hours in the day.
The other day my girlfriend and I went to the symphony. I pointed out a girl seated in a box who had an old-school collar sprouting up out of her jacket. My girlfriend said that earlier in the lobby while waiting for me to return from the restroom, this girl gave her a dirty look.
“Really?” I asked. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I think she was just in conversation and had a scrutinizing look on her face. When I caught her eyes she looked away.”
“Her collar looks weird,” I said.
We saw collar girl again when we left, and I decided that she was haughty, unpleasant, and a showoff.
Monday I called my girlfriend.
“I’m doing a drawing of the girl that gave you a dirty look.”
“The girl with the collar at the symphony. I’m going to make her look dumb.”
“Right. I’m going to have her drinking the tears of orphans out of a champagne glass.”
“Don’t do that.”
“I’m just going to put a label and an arrow pointing to the champagne glass that says ‘Tears of Orphans.'”
“I don’t like that.”
“Why not? It’s funny. I’ll talk about how this girl was a snob at the–”
“Don’t do that. At least don’t use my name.”
“I don’t like how you guys always talk about drinking the tears of orphans.”
“We’re not actually encouraging people to–I don’t even know how one would proceed to drink the tears of–It’s not like something anyone’s actually in danger of doing. It’s just a description of a diabolical person.”
Since I had completed so much of the drawing. I decided to just go ahead and finish it. Alissa said she liked the drawing, but that the real girl had more of a squarish collar not points. Also she expressed some concern.
“What if she sees it?”
“So. Who cares? She was a jerk.”
“She wasn’t a jerk.”
“She gave you a dirty look.”
“She just had a disdainful expression. I think it was one of those things where she was staring absent-mindedly and didn’t know it.”
“I kind of feel like you’re backing down, and I don’t like how you won’t let me say ‘tears of orphans.'”
“Do what you want. It’s your blog.”
So anyway. Here’s the drawing and the piece colored in Photoshop. This girl may or may not be the girl we saw at the symphony and she is definitely NOT drinking the tears of orphans … or is she?
This is a moving video about an effort to transport veterans to the WWII memorial who might not otherwise be able to afford a trip to DC.
The work I’ve had lately requires a lot of painting in photoshop and very little drawing. I’m making an effort to doodle more throughout the day so that I don’t regress. Here is a picture of Don Quixote that I did while on the phone with my girlfriend (that stays between us. She doesn’t need to know). I’ll color it later, perhaps while I listen to Man of La Mancha.