Standing Alone

Standing Alone

Otherwise hidden

in a crowd

if not designated

otherwise

as the attraction

now

even more alone.

Sketches from various life drawing sessions, not so long ago.

9”x 12” ink  

Death Sketch

Death Sketch

Thinking how much the lines

look like wires attached

and unattached.

Maybe by a magnet

connected off stage

to one of his toes?

No he lives.. A quick sketch from a session a while back.

14”x 12” ink

Almost Gone

Almost Gone

Almost gone are the fickle memories.

What was and wasn’t going through

my clouded imagined

realities.

Ignored my own consuming thoughts

to escape instead into the person

he for me,

pretended to be.

Sketched from one of the shorter poses he played out, in a session not so long ago in the loft of a studio in Edinburgh.

12”x 14” ink

Searching Continues

Searching Continues

Who they are is already written out.

Based on unreliable

and easily misplaced

random formed visions.

Some can be drawn

right out of my head.

Or so I thought.

Unfortunately most need more

coaxing to appear

as my unreliable

fickle left hand

refuses to understand

what I so easily sketched out

in my uncompromising

thoughts.

Some sketches from yesterday. Haven’t stopped to search in a while for the characters still waiting for a face.

Some more reference options. Though they don’t get me closer to whom I’m looking for. Two of these will probably replace faces of characters I thought I had already decided on.

Islands Off Solitude

Small: Ink 

Perching

Perching

Every so often

this sort of

stubbornness

shows through.

Sketches from sessions with two different models earlier in the year.

11X 14” ink and watercolor

9”x 12” ink and chalk on tinted pastel paper