Last night we had 2 large and 1 small pizzas from Pequod’s Pizza. The large pizzas came with “pizza spacers” (see below). Maybe it was because there were little kids; who knows, but the spacers reminded me of little tables.
One thing’s clear, it’s easier for me to make pizza from scratch than it is for me to draw pizza. I had no photos to refer to this time; although, I found this photo after doing the drawing:
Pizza is hard to draw, I say.
We’re staying with relatives in Chicago, and last night, when I woke up in a strange bed in the wee hours but without a stylus handy, I whipped out my finger and rendered this one. I’m a huge Don Quijote fan. I’ve read it in Spanish with professorial guidance at three different universities. One professor admitted that he viewed his own life in two simple stages, before reading Don Quijote and after. I agree; and I’d add that it’s true each time I reread it.
At any rate, one of Cervantes many universal themes hinges on the relationship between the ways in which things seem to be and the way they actually are…and everything in between.
There’s not much that hasn’t already been said about this; in fact, maybe this has already been said:
Here I am in the Firestone waiting room again, and it’s an expensive wait. I brought my iPad and just started drawing one the ideas that I have listed on my Evernote list of drawing ideas. The item on the list was this: an anthropologist saying, I’d like to talk to you about your familiarity. The great Gary Larson has done some funny cartoons about anthropologists in tribal contexts. So, I knew I wanted to underscore the relative absurdity by using a contemporary, family, living room setting.
Half way through the drawing my stylus had a flat. This is, as they say, a whole nother story, this topic of styluses. I’m using some pretty basic styluses, nothing battery operated or fancy. They’re built in such a way that the tip isn’t really a tip; it’s a bulbus nubby kind of tip-ish sort of thing made of some sort of special material and meant to impersonate the finger…a small finger. At any rate, my rounded, bulb of a nub kinda went flat.
Now I know I need to carry a back up, especially when I’m in a waiting room.
Behind the scenes here is the notion of “familiarity.” I’m not knocking anthropologists. Familiarity is a tricky concept. There is something to be said of the unique role that anthropologists play in facilitating the familiarization of familiarity, not unlike the role of a midwife in some respects.
This time, because of the flat stylus, I spent very little digital attention on the faces. I kinda’ like that effect. I’ll try that again on purpose.
A few weeks ago, when many parts of the government came to an avoidable halt from Oct. 1 through Oct. 16, 2013, it occurred to me that there was no way of knowing just how far up the food chain the residual effects would climb. And so I envisioned this:
I’ve just added this drawing to the Gallery, Random Theologoumenal Renderings on this page.
I’ve been told I use my hands a lot when I talk. Maybe that’s because I consider language as my back-up medium. Give me a lump of clay, a chunk of wood, paper and pencil, iMovie, PowerPoint, iPhoto, and most recently, an iPad, a drawing app like Fifty Three Paper, and a stylus, and then ask me if I have anything to “say.”
I’ve always been intrigued by those photo-ops in which people are giving and receiving funding and BIG, ENORMOUS checks are used. You’ve seen them. I assembled a few into one image, and at first I called it Big Check.
Prenatal Outcomes: Tangible financial capital investments intended to be converted into outcomes desired by the community
Then, I guess because of my work in planning and evaluation, I renamed it, Prenatal Outcomes.
The idea of the “big check” stuck with me, and a couple of weeks ago, I drew the following on my first generation iPad using Fifty Three Paper.
Betty was slightly annoyed that her benefactors hadn’t given her a regular check after the press conference.
It could happen.
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