The documentary, Dolores (Independent Lens) http://www.pbs.org/independentlens/films/dolores-huerta/, prompted me to draw her in part from a photo I found online here. I did so on an iPad Pro using an Apple Pencil in the Procreate app, which allows you to export a time lapse video file as well, see helow.
You may have noticed a Pencil theme on this illustroblog, as I have illustroblogged on and on about this remarkable tool. There are some 20 odd posts about the Pencil here at portfoliolongo.com; click here to see them before checking out the following YouTube video that my wife shared with me this morning, prompting this pencilographic post.
PS There’s even a Pencil Gallery on the home page, second gallery down.
I hope I don’t have to unpack this one, but please let me know if you’d like me to. I will say this much. Nobody says “One Corinthians” or “Two Corinthians,” except for President Do You Have Prince Albert in the Can. So there’s that. Now about Paul’s First Epistle to the Corinthians, Chapter 13, spiritual maturity, love, faith, and hope, oh and dirty mirrors, you’ll have to read it on your own. I’m so fed up with fundamentalists staggering into politics…ok, that’s all I’ll say. That reminds me, it’s forgiveness that we need, as we discussed before here.
Here’s yet another Trumpy cartoon inspired by my own depression and outrage. What bothers me the most is when Trump or anyone for that matter refers to “the American people” without any regard for the quantitative, demographic accuracy of that useless label. I’ve read and heard that Trump’s base amounts to about 20% of the total population; that’s hardly “the American people,” that’s one fifth of the American people. His Royal Highness is not the only one to round things up to the nearest gabillion. Too many others do it, and each time it’s done, each time we find ourselves up to our ears in propaganda, it gets harder and harder to realize that we’re really up to our ears in real diversity, the kind that makes some people really nervous…and authoritarian. See also Schmatistics.
The sleeves are fine. How soon can you let out the pants?
I started this Paper 53 piece last evening while stationed – along with 5 other Art Hop artists – at Cue Spot Billiards in downtown Merced, CA. The emotion that I wanted to convey was linked to my finding out that none of my digital painting entrees was selected by jurors for inclusion into this year’s top one hundred at the Mobile and Digital Arts and Creativity Summit (mDAC) 2017. You may recall that I had a piece selected in mDAC 2016 and one in mDAC 2015. This year’s winners are really awesome, click here to take a peek. So, I’m a little disappointed; but, I’m using the development as an opportunity to re-evaluate my artistic vision as part of the coaching and rebranding process that I’m currently engaged in. In that process I’m trying to articulate not so much what I do, or even how I do what I do, but rather why I do it. I’m having some insights, thanks to Adam James Butcher’s coaching process. So let me go back to piecing together some things and dismantling others.
I mentioned in a blog post last month that I had begun a process, which I said I would elaborate on in detail at some point. Well, I’m not going to elaborate on that just yet, but I will say that one of the goals of the process is for me to be able to have something coherent to say “about me.” I will also say that I’m working with Adam James Butcher, artist and coach. So in the spirit of showing my work, when it comes to this sort of work in progresss, here’s a one minute, thirty-one second video that I did in Videoshop that represents a draft “illustrated about-me statement” that I hope to improve upon. Your feedback, as usual, is welcome. Please feel free to chime in on this or any other post.
A rite of passage, a transition ceremony of sorts! Andrew’s identity changed when he left the group of non-shoe tyers and became a member of the shoe-tyers group.
Click on image to enlarge it. Incidentally, this actually happened in the mid 1990s, a couple of years after completing my doctorate, and it encapsulated in a single episode my sociolinguistically-oriented dissertation research in a bilingual Kindergarten classroom near Washington, DC in the mid 1990s that was undergoing a reform of its mathematics curriculum. Learning is identity change. Andrew has never been the same ever since!
I’ve begun a formal process, one that I’ll elaborate on in due time. Suffice it to say that this process requires some reflection, and that this illustration is an autobiographical by-product of that reflection. I won’t include any analysis of this real event in my life at this particular point, but I do hope to so as soon as I’m able to coax out a pattern or two.
This drawing was done on an iPad Pro using an Apple Pencil and Paper by Fifty Three.
I’ve never reblogged anything, so I hope I’m doing it right. Why am I reblogging this post? I’m doing it in the names of learning and inspiration for the few special people who follow my illustroblog.
Check out my niece’s blog as she literally learns how to walk again as a writer, an adult, a person living with MS. If you’re like me, you’ll learn something about your path and how you make your way on your journey more gracefully. She’ll crack you up too; that’s kinda’ a family thing.
It’s been almost 4 months since I began using my dynamic bracing system to improve my gait. Apparently it takes more than 15 weeks to reverse a 5 year physical decline which means…
Shit’s getting serious.
Gone are the quick and dirty, “Look I can stand up longer,” or “Holy cow, guess how many steps I’m walking now?” success moments. Now every new gain (no matter how small) that my body experiences has to be integrated before another gain reveals itself to me. If I rush it, my body reacts badly.
The first time I walked a mile without stopping to sit, my back went out and kept me sidelined for a week.
The first time I walked 10,000 steps in one day, the excruciating joint my pain that followed almost kept me from climbing the steps in my home safely.
The Sensory Motor Amnesia pain that accompanies the stretching of a usually contracted muscle…