I just returned from my Grandmother’s funeral. She was 87. This is a quick drawing I did in my sketchbook of my grandpa (89) when he fell asleep in his chair. He and my Grandmother were married for 67 years.

I just returned from my Grandmother’s funeral. She was 87. This is a quick drawing I did in my sketchbook of my grandpa (89) when he fell asleep in his chair. He and my Grandmother were married for 67 years.

For those of you kind enough to check back regularly. I’m headed out of town until Sunday afternoon. I should have a post the following Monday.
Here’s an old piece.



I was cleaning off the desktop of my computer, and I came across a photo. I’m not sure what it was from or for, but the girl in it was looking over her shoulder. I liked the girl’s pose and took an hour to do a sketch of the thing in photoshop. I’m finding that I like working loose in photoshop with 2 layers: a background layer and a foreground layer. It feels really liberating.
This is an old picture I did for the Portland Blog. We painted a bunch of pictures in tea. This is one of them. It felt summery and appropriate for July.

Here’s another one just for kicks.

I’m going out of town this weekend and so I won’t be able to post until I get back on Monday. Also, I’m sad to say that it appears yesterday’s post did not penetrate the Russian demographic as much as I would have hoped.


As you may know, I am desperately trying to get Russian readers for my blog, and I possess every confidence, that despite their infamous blog caution, they will attend my blog regularly, provided I post enough Russian-friendly-posts. Then I’ll have them. I’ve already posted a picture of Vlad Putin holding a chess piece. I’m sure you’re wondering, what more could they want? Some time ago I started reading The Brothers Karamazov, but I got distracted and put it down. I’m back at it, and I recently reread a scene that moves me deeply. I’m doing some rough sketches trying to capture something from the book.
I read that Dostoyevsky considered human dignity a treasure worth guarding. This whole scene, from which I’m writing only a moment, confirms Dostoyevsky’s high regard for the dignity of man.
In the book, Dimitry humiliates a poor man in front of the man’s son. Aloysha, his brother, is entrusted with some money from Katherine, Dimitry’s fiance. She intends Aloysha (also called Aleksy) to give it to the man, and the man responds, “Listen, sir, my dear fellow, listen, sir, I mean, if I accept it, shan’t I be a scoundrel, eh? In your eyes, I mean, Aleksey Fyodorovich, shan’t I be a scoundrel? No, Aleksey Fyodorovich, sir, you must hear me to the end, sir, hear me to the end,’ he said hurriedly, touching Aloysha with both hands. ’Look, here you are trying to make me accept it on the grounds that a “sister” has sent it, yet inwardly, privately to yourself, sir — won’t you feel contempt for me if I accept it, sir, won’t you, eh?”
Below is a sketch that I drew while listening to “Kalinka” over and over.

The composition is weak, and I’m not pleased enough with it to take it to final, but never fear Russian people, more drawings of this man (from a classic Russian novel) are yet to come! Tell your (Russian) friends.
Here’s a picture of me in my spacious studio, and when I mean spacious studio, I mean small studio, and when I mean small studio, I really in fact mean bedroom, somewhat small bedroom. I was displeased with my initial drawing of the hand of the fella in the previous post, so I took a reference picture of myself using Photo Booth on my computer. Behind me is the closet of bad drawings where occasionally an old bad drawing will venture out to haunt my dreams. Though now it’s getting so packed that they haunt me during the day in shifts.
“The worst lesson that can be taught to a man is to rely upon others and to whine over his sufferings.”
–Theodore Roosevelt.

Tom Wolfe is one of my favorite writers. Conservatives like him because he questions the legitimacy of fashion’s right to rule (From Bahaus to Our House, and The Painted Word), and Liberals like him, as near as I can tell, because he’s good at making fun of people. At that he’s very good, especially those prone to self-importance.
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At any rate, the November 2007, 150th anniversary issue of The Atlantic Monthly asked influential writers and artists to assess the American idea. Many people wrote things unworthy of the topic (Nancy Pelosi wrote a smattering of empty sentences and concluded that the American idea was both new when it was instituted and that it crops up when people try to solve problems. She couldn’t be bothered to suggest what the idea is or to examine its value). Tom Wolfe however, rolled up his sleeves and got to work answering the question directly.
“Since you asked …,” he writes “the American idea was born at approximately 5 p.m. on Friday, December 2, 1803, the moment Thomas Jefferson sprang the so-called pell-mell on the new British ambassador, Anthony Merry, at dinner in the White House.”
To summarize, Jefferson held a state dinner at a round table with no assigned seating. This horrified the European ambassadors, particularly the British, because it violated their notions of class, and a round table (as we know from King Arthur) has no head. It is therefore impossible to rank the guests by their placement. There is a place of honor next to the host, but this went to Dolly Madison, who frequently served as the White House hostess for the widowed president. With no assignments, everybody else was left to “take a seat” on their own.
Wolfe argues that Jefferson’s tactics manifest America’s tendency to regard initiative as a virtue. Initiative is written in the very first chapters of our own national beginning. In 1776 after the Continental Congress declared independence, the Colonials suffered from a lack of ammunition. Rather than admit defeat, they did what Americans have always done. They found a solution. They found it in a gilded lead statue of King George III. A crowd of patriots tipped the statue from its marble base and sent it to Litchfield Connecticut where it was melted it into 42,088 bullets. The ragged Colonials turned a symbol of oppression into ammunition, and the invading British had “His Majesty” shot at them. Americans’ willingness to act was supported by President Calvin Coolidge (who coincidentally was born on the 4th of July) when he insisted, “The people have to bear their own responsibilities. There is no method by which that burden can be shifted to government.”
I’m in a play right now, and I’ve posted about it before, but Friday’s performance was special. Right before intermission, the power went out. Apparently, a truck hit a transformer. Jeff, the director, told the audience to talk amongst themselves while he investigated the situation. On their own, without any organization, the audience began to sing patriotic songs. Without the play to entertain them, they decided to entertain themselves. Finally, when it became clear that the power was not guaranteed to come on very soon, flashlights were passed out and we performed under illumination from the audience.
Most probably because the Fourth is so near, I perceived the evening as a metaphor for what makes this country great–the preference of initiative over entitlement and the American tendency to make things work.
The lack of trust in government is increasingly widespread. After passing the irresponsible Cap and Trade Legislation, proposing new taxes, and raising unemployment by the passage of two bloated stimulus packages (with a third on the way), Congress suffers from an 18% approval rating. I have faith that deep down American’s strive not for an oligarchy led by an elitist political class, but for a meritocracy led by the initiative and innovation of the American people. The hope is based upon the great traditions of the Founders. Take some initiative. Seat yourself, and have a Happy Fourth of July!
I figured this picture of George Washington might be appropriate for the occasion. Below are two great quotes from the great man.

“It will be found an unjust and unwise jealousy to deprive a man of his natural liberty upon the supposition he may abuse it.”
“The marvel of all history is the patience with which men and women submit to burdens unnecessarily laid upon them by their governments.”
George Washington, First President of the United States and All Around Nice Guy.