No matter how nice an air mattress I drag along when I’m camping I wake up about 4:30 – 5:00 am then turn from side to side to side like a rotisserie, trying to get comfortable. I never do so I get up. The upside is that I have lots of drawings done in the early morning calm. I liked the tree in this sketch and so, pining for the north, so to speak, engraved it. It’s 6.5×9 with five tones of grey ink on Stonehenge paper.
There’s a voyeur aspect to train riding that I like; mile after mile after mile of backyards. If you were on the right train you’d see mine. I did the drawing last summer but changed it to a winter scene to cover up all the stuff that was scattered about and to spare me the pain of engraving tree leaves. The lazy way to clean up a yard.
This is one of the only engravings I’ve done from a photo; it shows my brother watching the rain when we were supposed to be bringing in hay. I was working on it 19 years ago today then I took my daughter trick or treating, got sick and stayed off work for a week. I remember all of this because 1: I thought I’d use that stay at home time to finish the engraving and screwed it up so badly I started over and 2: I quit smoking.
It’s a good thing I dated it, I’d forgotten how long it’d been:-)
As it happens, I have better luck sitting beside rivers drawing than sitting beside rivers fishing. I always end up with a drawing. The evening I drew this was incredibly quiet but for the sound of large hungry fish jumping out of, and splashing back into, the river. Alas, alack, I had no fishing pole, only a sketch pad.
This is a monoprint, not really a print; more like painting with a printing press.
From inside this heavily shaded woods the sunlight pouring through the trees seemed absolutely brilliant. And warm:-)
The ‘black’ is actually violet but looks more naturally black than black ink did; a trick I borrowed from oil painters.
The latest, a 4 colour, 15×21 engraving that had been floating around in my head and doodled on unguarded bits of paper for a long while. It reminded me of a landscape. Sid, a printer friend, was kind enough to give me some cans of ink when he closed shop. Hence ‘Sidscape.’
It’s now hanging…or hovering… at The Whitestone Gallery in Guelph.