Saturday Life Drawing 11/24

colored pencil, watercolor

Saturday Life Drawing is Back

Dave, 5 min, colored pencil

Dave, 10 min, colored pencil

Dave, 45 min-ish, watercolor and ink

Thanks to Wes for getting the free Saturday life drawing sessions going again. There was a really good turnout. These drawings are pretty bad...this is the first life drawing session I've been to in over 2 years I think...maybe more.

ink and watercolor sketch

blog from the dead

mouf study, ink and watercolor, 5-10 min.

I did this one in the last 5 minutes or so before bed last night. I had just gotten done putting colored ground on some new canvasses, and I thought to myself "I gotsta put something on that blog." Jeez, it's been almost 2 months. Well, I'm going to try to get back up to a post a day. I told you guys I'd be out for a while, but I didn't think it would be that long. Anyway, thanks for coming back. As I'm typing this, I overheard someone out in the hallway say "It's only pain, we can work through that." Awesome. That's the theme of the day, friends.

Zoroaster boy

boy in Zoroaster Center, ink and watercolor sketch, 15 minutes

I asked the boy for some wisdom of the prayer book from which he was reading and he said "Fire is the sun unwinding itself from the wood." No joke.

Light

guruji, watercolor and ink sketch, 30 minutes

I met my guru in an airport in 2003. I was walking along with a big backpack on, and out of the corner of my eye I saw an old man that looked very strange to me. He had golden brown skin, a mark on his forehead, and what in my naivety I thought was middle eastern dress. As a young man fresh out of Kansas (the naval of ignorance), such were the limitations of my knowledge of the world. He walked up to me with his hands in namaskara and said "Ah, my student!" Of course, I was taken aback. After staring blankly for a moment, I managed to get out "uh...I'm sorry, I'm not-" and the man cut me off with "Yes, but you will be! Soon!" The man did a strange little bow and walked away. I wasn't really sure what to think. Over the next couple of years I was surprised when I began to see the man's face on the covers of magazines and books. A series of strange coincidences finally coalesced into a singularity when, several years later, I found out who the man actually was and discovered that, strangely, I had recently and somewhat absent-mindedly become a student of his tradition and had just began studying under a few of his disciples. Stranger things involving yogis have happened to me since then, but I will certainly never forget this encounter.