This is Kunst
i think i'm in heaven, I must be in heaven, with you
Two more from You See, Davis. Nineteen (below) and Twenty (above) respectively. Of a possible 24, when the series will very likely end. I might do prequels after that, or go in with photoshop and digitally alter the originals, take out this tree or that tree, put in the extra window that the original budget and technology of the day could not allow for, insert jabba the hutt by that one of the phonebox. Above: don't you feel like that, you know, life is pretty bloody good, it could be a whole lot worse if you had gone down that leg of the trousers of time instead of this one? Yeah. Below: I found a nice quiet spot during lunchtime, away from la foule, whereas the words were an observation of someone i saw on the bus smiling at an invisible person through the window (or maybe it was her reflection? ) in the cold morning sunshine. 
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animationals
A few years ago (2005), on a computer far far away (in hornsey lane), i created several extremely short animated gifs based on revenge of the sith (before it came out) using photoshop and image-ready and a simplistic cartoon technique. It was my first foray into animation since school, and my last, and I always intended to continue and improve, but alas did not. I've suddenly become inspired again, and hope to find some way to create some more, this time with my own stories, my own characters. But in the meantime, I've made a page on this blog where you can see all thirteen of my starwarsian animationals.
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among these dark satanic mills
 another "pen & ink" fountain pen test, and I liked drawing tree branch silhouettes with it, very real trees on f street, near the record shop. Again the lines stayed fast but the ink still bled into the wash giving the sunset a greyish quality i actually expected and so don't mind.
What is it about bare, sharp branches against an evening sky that creeps people out? It's only life, shooting off in every direction, uncontrolled and unpredictable. Then again, it's easier to be scared of life than trees. Happy Valentine's Day tomorrow, folks
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le bébé dormant
The boy, asleep in daddy's arms, and painted while he slept; i've discovered that i can indeed paint and draw and make orange juice and use the computer, all one-handed, while le petit sleeps comfortably on my left arm. Gives me an opportunity to practice sketching baby. Shhh, lukey's asleep.
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the self-hinder section
more you see, davis installments, below at a railroad crossing, don't lnow what the words mean, above some trees in f street on my birthday, with some words of doscouragement. I want to write a book to counter all those self-help do-it-my-way trashy publications by pretend phds, i want it to go into the 'self-hinder' section of the bookshop, start a new trend, or an old one if you include school textbooks from the 1980s. 
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looks like the northern line again
 lunchtime today (february 6), sketched in cool but nice sunshine in the arboretum, behind the mondavi centre. A welcme break from sitting in front of a computer screen looking at names, GPAs, GRE scores and so on. Listened to music (the boo radleys). The last day of being 31. I turn 32 tomorrow. I had almost completely forgotten.
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my newborn son, luke
On Thursday, at 11.15am, my wife and I became parents! Baby Luke Edward was born in South Sacramento, right on his due date. To say how immensely proud I am of him, and of his mommy, is beyond words. Here is the first drawing of him, done at 6am at the hospital, Luke less than a day old, all wrapped up like a burrito. What a little superstar he is!
And here are his first toys, which I drew a few days befre he was born; the spurs teddy on the left, a pressie from his cousins leo and alicia in london, the british bulldog on the right, a gift from my mate simon, also in london (who gave me the journal in which these were draw - great paper for watercolour and pencil).  
I didn't blog about the imminent arrival of fatherhood (mostly because it was private), but I suspect the content of these pages (whether i stay or move to wordpress) will have a distinct 'proud new father' feel to them from hereon! I've got much to learn, not only parenting skills, but a whole new vocabulary: diapers when i mean nappies, pacifiers when i mean dummies, strollers when i mean pushchairs... But my Art Goal for 2008: learn to draw baby!!
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l''attaque des oiseaux
a new pen, a 'pen & ink' extra-fine fountain pen, which i wanetd to try out. Using India Black ink (of the same brand), it was interesting, and gave me a lot of control, though the black was not quite as black as in my preferred micron pigma ink. Also, it said that the ink does not bleed with a wash; well, it kind of did, a bit. Oh the edges didn't, they stayed sharp as anything, but the ink itself did muddy the watercolour (which is why i used yellow in this experiment, to see). Yes it's given it a different sort of effect but not quite what i was going for when i mixed the yellow; i waited long enough for the ink to dry though. I liked the pen a lot though, so I'm not ready to cocknify my assessment by saying it don't 'arf pen an' ink. I'll leave that to when I get that ink all over myself one day (as is bound to happen). The picture? Speaks for itself. Cave art.
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trees, revealed for what they really are: trees
Last July I sat and drew this same view, trees leafy, wetaher warm. sky is still blue, but you can see more of it now, with bare January branches. Hey guess who was at UC Davis last night? Bill Clinton! Anyway back to the drawing. I did it yesterday (deadline day for applications to the programs i work on) to relax me at lunchtime (it worked). I listened to a lot of music while I worked. I then added the paint today at lunchtime (though I retreated to the office to escape the big winds). I overcompensated on the blue in the sky, since it always disappears whenever i scan. The original is below.
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i saw a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
On saturday i got outside with pen and paint and paper and caught more mid-january brightness/gloom, actually this was late afternoon, sat in the little arboretum terrace planty gardeny thing type place next to borders. I've taken a photo recently of that self same telegraph line, possibly those self same birds sat atop them, facing east.
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