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sketchcrawl 18: sacramento
 The 18th Worldwide Sketchcrawl took place on Saturday, and I popped across the Causeway for the midtown Sacramento version. Three other sketchers were there, at the Sutter's fort meeting point; none made it to the ending point, at the Streets of London pub on J street. It was the seventh time I've done the Sketchcrawl, and it's nice to know I'm absolutely not the only one out on the streets somewhere on the planet with pen and sketchbook. Here are my results (click on the images for larger versions):
I went to the art store, and found my favourite sketching tool yet: a fold-up stool that easily fits into my small shoulder bag! Only $11. No more sitting on the dirty floor; it means I can sketch anywhere now (normally I find the comfy spot first, then choose what to draw).
 
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wrapped up in books
My wife's textbooks, mostly differing advice (of the 'swear-by-them/swear-at-them' kind), often unapplicable to your actual baby, same as any user guide really. What I really need to know is how to stop the yellow baby poo leaking from the back of the nappy and staining everything in sight. Of course, he thinks this is the height of hilarity. The answer may be to buy yellow clothes, or better still, black clothes, so baby can be cool (y'know, like his dad). |
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whither blog?
The outages (or are they rolling blog-outs) lately have really frustrated me. I feared I might never see the blog again! Every time I clicked on that 20six... link, one bar, ooh two bars, three; "sorry this site has not been found." Well look harder, it is there. Somewhere. In the ether. "No, honestly, I can't find it. Would you prefer to look at this one instead?" Oh, ok then. Am I then moving? No, not exactly; it's more, am I opening another door, another direction; this blog, in the very-nearly-three years since inception, has gone from being the equivalent of a sketchblog with words not pictures, to a 'leaving-for-america' blog, to a 'i'm-now-living-in-america' blog, to a part-sketchblog-part-wordblog-part-slag-off-king-george-bush-blog, to the equivalent of a wordblog but with sketches. Three years ago I'd never even heard of the word blog. I think I will still have this as blog-number-1 for a while yet, but have decided to definitely do the primary blogging in a different sketchbook at some point in the future, with this possibly remaining as my archive and place of experimentation. This will be the avant-blog. The après-blog will appear sometime soon. In the meantime my sketchblogging will continue unabated (except, of course, by those infuriating blog-outs).
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from a more civilised age
I've been sketching for animation ideas, and this usually involves lightsabres (see my previous animationals), since getting photoshop (i haven't stepped up to flash yet...give me time) and am actually enjoying the pencil sketching much more than the 'finished' pen stuff, so here is the official seen-before-in-these-pages cartoon version of pete (doesn't actually look like me, but has red hair (not obvious here of course), glasses, and a black polar neck, so therefore must be me), wielding my jedi weapon with, ahem, grace. Below, on the left, is another sabre-wielder, a friend of mine; while i do like it, i still have much to learn. I call these quick sketched animations 'sketchimations'. On the right is another sketch. That one does not move.   |
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i'm only sleeping
The boy, dormant dans son car-seat. There is a lot more blue shading in the original, but my scanner sucks certain blues away from pictures as a kind of toll. Where's the blog been lately? It's been bloody hard getting on here. I've been pretty busy this week, have done not many drawings; but the spare moments i have had, the blog's been vanished into the limbaugh. My apologies to those who've tried to find me but were luckless this week. As for the planet in general, well it's a funny old world, saint. Tibet? China will get away with doing what it wants, and then claim those dastardly monks are just trying to spoil the olympics for the poor old one-party-only opposition-illegal resolutely-crush-protests state of a billion non-voters. Accusing the rest of the world of promoting biased reporting, yet banning such forms of free speech as youtube for fear their own propaganda message will be undermined. And we will speak freely, all of us, based on what we have heard around the world, and yet nothing will happen, because China has no need, no need at all to listen to anybody. The great game of power.
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how i learned to stop worrying and love the A street
the jam sang that there was an A bomb in wardour street, well this is A street so i wonder if that means there's a wardour bomb? I hope not. Nobody would know what it was for one thing. Someone would paint it white, it would become another piece of Davis civic art, it would be on their downtown maps and part of the art walks, students would go there with teachers to say what they thought it meant, art professors would encourage graduate students to focus their PhD theses on it, it would become another quirky Davis landmark to celebrate with a fun-run and its own stall at the farmers market, some young inventive and pretentious local student band would write a twenty minute experimental piece about it, and the City would clash with the Campus as to who owns it, whichever side of the street it lay. Then it would go off, and it wouldn't be like a regular bomb, with explosions or smoke or any of that unnecessary nasty stuff, it would pour forth tofu or organic lentils or something equally hippyish, or perhaps it would emit streams of nightclub flyers and piss in the alleys, in other words the sort of thing you find in Wardour Street. The painting itself? Davis, as usual. I have done a lot of A St drawings lately. And what's been going on with the blog lately, yet another day of no-show, sounds like 20six is having issues with chinese spammers in the works. Apologies if you've tried to find me and i'm not there. Actually I've been ill too, even losing my voice. |
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but some of us are gazing at the stars
And so the fifth of robert arneson's eggheads, 'stargazer', is drawn, later than the others drawn in the summer. here are the rest, so you can get an idea of what the eggheads are:
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illustration vendredi: garden
Ok... a little late for Illustration Friday, (theme this time: GARDEN) but here we are. Originally it was a horizontal strip, but for purposes of it fitting here i have made it vertical. I do hope you don't mind, or I don't mind if you do hope, or something or nothing. Les pauvres nains! Les nains de la Vigie. Belgium comes into this very much so. No 2 Square Hiernaux, Charleroi 6000, in particular.  |
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like the nights when the northern lights perform
I hear there are some very big storms in the UK right now. I hope you're all ok. But then, the UK is taking everything these days, tornadoes in London, earthquakes in Yorkshire, cardiff versus barnsley in the semi-final of the fa cup. Here in davisfornia, we are getting spring, and fast. Over the past couple of weeks, a wintery world of bare (and beautiful) trees has given way to an explosion of blossom of all colours; above, like grotbag's wig (oh, you remember her alright), the apple-green blossom on the dark brown bark, which is contrasted particularly well against the orange stucco of the building next to it (which i've turned sepia, as you can see, look there, see it). |
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a distant echo, far-away voices
There was some sort of bomb thing on campus today, a student, economics, had pipe-bomb equipment in his dorm or something, police got students out and arrested him type of thing, and an email was sent out to say it's ok, nothing to see here, it's all over now, type stuff, and it made the paper and i daresay the news (if i had actually seen the news), meanwhile i was busy, and at lunchtime went outside and drew the silo (i've drawn it before), place of many a lunch. how are you? i hope you are well. best wishes...P |
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