I hope there's not such a thing as "too much Annie", because I made several of these linocut prints (linoleum carvings), in blue, red, purple, and in between. They're about 7" square plus the paper margins. (Guess what her siblings are getting for Christmas? Nah...)
This is a good time to bring up something that's been bugging me. I feel silly every time I type "pen and ink." I'd like to know who came up with that term. Pen and ink. Am I missing something? If you use a pen, doesn't it follow that you also use ink?
Anyway...I wish there was a career for doodlers. This is a pen and ink (don't want to confuse you) doodle I did a couple years ago. It's very small (surprise!), only 4x6", but I'd like to keep going until I have a section that I can turn into Christmas wrapping paper, if that can be done at a reasonable cost. I like how it undulates, but I get motion-sick if I look at it that way too long.
I've always wondered whether there is a difference between purple and violet. I finally looked into it, and not just by checking my box of crayons. Purple is a group of colors that includes violet, violet is more red, and purple is more blue. That's just generally speaking. I know you want all the amazing details you can get your hands on, so here's the Wikipedia page on the subject.
This image is a monotype of the Titanic. It looks different than my others because I used a buff-yellow printmaking paper instead of white, and a layer of white ink under the dark ink. And I admit, to go with the "purple" theme, I added just a hint of violet color (using Photoshop).
Sometimes I prefer my "quick-draws" to the drawings I spend a lot of time on, because I don't get caught up in unnecessary details. I stopped working on this after about 45 minutes, deciding it was okay as it was. A highly detailed version might have taken three or more hours.
John Lovett's Farm -- watercolor
Roman Harbor -- a monotype painted from the positive. A monotype starts with a zinc plate, on which I rolled white oil-based ink, then painted the image using black etching ink and a very stiff, short paintbrush.
Dressy Biker -- a linocut, which is a print made from a sheet of linoleum which I carved and inked. Can you tell she's looking down and her face is hidden? (My husband said her blouse neckline looks like a man's beard!) I'll keep working on it.
This is freaky. I started out painting two-year-old nephew Brendan (quite adorably wearing his hiking gear), but by the time I was finished, he looked like a mini-Joe (my husband). How could that happen?
Dad's always been a Tarzan fan, which is why I like apes and the old Ape Man himself (Tarzan, not Dad). Here's a linocut printed on Rives BFK, 3" x 3".
I was inspired by Andy Warhol's screenprint which is mostly purple, yellow, and brown, 3' x 3', and much better executed than this poor wide-eyed guy. But the charm sometimes lies in the flaws, in my opinion.
This is a drawing of Annie in her elevator at work, photograph courtesy of Todd.
9"x9" Conte pastel pencil on pastel paper
This is my post for Illustration Friday. The topic is "safe," so I've chosen to paint a man's hide-away-wallet where he hopes to keep his cash safe. Not terribly original, but I'm trying!
This week's Every Day Matters challenge is to draw or paint your space where you do your artwork. I drew mine with ink and markers. It's a bit cartoon-ish, but that's the mood I was in! My space is bright yellows, purples, greens, pinks (especially) and all those beautiful colors we're supposed to have outgrown, so I enjoy them in my own room!
For my Every Day Matters group, we are challenged to draw or paint a streetlight this week, Challenge #81. Mine is a pelican sitting on a lamppost on the Santa Barbara Pier. I took the photograph about two years ago, and painted it as soon as I got home, using soft pastels. 
This is Challenge #80 for my Every Day Matters Group, the subject is "Draw Something You Love," and I immediately thought of my cat, Andy. This is a drawing of Andy asleep on the couch, being drawn by me.
Here's the one of the sites for Every Day Matters: http://www.dannygregory.com.
This is definitely off topic, but AOL apparently released to the public what search terms its users entered, and there's a funny article on the subject. (One search term was, "i hurt when i think too much i love roadtrips i hate my weight i fear being alone for the rest of my life".)
Here's the URL: http://www.slate.com/id/2147590/?nav=tap3
And while I'm here, I'll post a pen and ink drawing of the old casino at Avalon, on Catalina Island. It's still in my sketchbook, as you can see. I kinda like that frame. If you click on it, you'll get a larger version. 
Here's a monotype of an eccentric artist, Egon Schiele, a crazy dude. He lived only 28 years, dying from the flu epidemic in the early 1900's. The image part is 6x9". 
Finally, a drypoint etching of a fishing boat in Marina del Rey called the Mona Lisa. This one's larger, about 14" tall.
Today was the last day of this Printmaking class, but I'm taking a course that's basically the same, which starts in just 3 weeks! yay!
That was a really challenging, stimulating, satisfying class.
I'm taking a summer school course called "Fundamentals of Printmaking" and thought I'd post a few of my projects. First is a monoprint: I rolled tacky black etching ink on the zinc plate, then removed varying amounts of ink to create the image and ran it through a printing press (with a roller that applies 1,700 pounds per square inch to print the image onto slightly damp paper). This is a 5x7" of my neice Emma with a walrus statue.
Below is a "ghost" (second) print of that same print, which I watercolored.
Next is a collograph: I took a stalk of grass and rolled paint over it, arranged it on a beveled plate and printed it. This one is 11x14" with a 2" border all around.
Next is a monoprint of my grandmother, circa 1940. This was popular in my class today! The print is 5"x7" but I gave it a wide 4" border all around.
And finally, a small blue monoprint - this time of three terns. This print is only 3"x4" plus the border.
I don't know who this girl is. And I painted her from a photograph two, maybe three years ago. Still, this girl with her direct stare and thin, translucent skin tends to haunt me. I still haven't worked through why I feel a connection to her. She seems to know something.
Is she . . . me?
Is she the daughter I never had?
Nah. She's just some kid.
This is a watercolor I just finished of a Japanese koi.
This fish is a resident of Fisherman's Village in Marina del Rey, California.
I worked on the docks at Fisherman's Village just a couple three or four years ago -- ya know, during and after high school -- giving harbor tours, renting out small boats, etc.
Me, 1974, pencil sketch.
I'm in a 70's kind of mood. Yesterday I stumbled onto the website of a guy from my high school class who posted pictures from the neighborhood. He is now a LMU professor; the LMU 
campus was my childhood backyard, a prime lizard-hunting site for my brothers and me. We usually went on campus to slide down the giant concrete "L" (for Loyola) on the hillside.
This is a photo of Dad and me, 1973, with B-1 bomber at Rockwell Aviation, where Dad worked.
Hippie pen & ink drawings...
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were dozens of huge, vacant, unfenced lots in the Westchester in my youth, owned by Howard Hughes or his companies. These vacant fields were our windows into nature up-close, gave us mental elbow room, places to play, romp, explore. They including the acres of mustard fields and wetlands owned by Hughes that became Playa Vista (I miss that formerly open area very much). 
The name Howard Hughes was a constant presence in the Westchester of my youth. My father witnessed the Spruce Goose's single flight; my oldest brother worked at Hughes Helicopters as a young man. Signs bearing Hughes' name were everywhere.
Pencil sketch of Leo DiCaprio portraying Howard Hughes in the film Aviator (I paused the DVD long enough to sketch this).
I photographed this mallard female and chick in Santa Barbara last weekend. She had four chicks. I cropped the photo down to one chick so you could see it better.
Then I made a small etching out of a similar photo in my printmaking class: 
This is a watercolor painting of one of my brothers, Dennis, in 1964 or 1965. Grandpa played the harmonica (as did Dad and lots of men back then). We have several photographs of Dennis and Grandpa looking pretty serious about this harmonica-playing business. 
