What brought on the gush of art love, you ask? I keep walking past the leather portfolio (which lives in my garage) that holds these, and I finally decided to take digital pics of them (because it's never a bad idea). I haven't looked at them in years, and it was a nice walk down memory lane.
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This painting has been hanging over my bed since 2001'ish. This was the result of 4 hours on my back porch and a serious hard-on for Jackson Pollock.
Won an art show in Dallas with this one. Pastel (chalk). A still-life that I got really sick of, but that came somewhat alive in pastel.
They tortured us endlessly with skulls. This one is red conte crayon, charcoal, and coffee wash. Coffee wash = coffee sloshed on paper.
More skulls. A bone detail from another drawing.
A flower that caused me to miss a Valentine's Day out with D. I was devoted, what can I say?
Pen/ink. I fucking love pen and ink.
Straight from my sketchbook.