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.
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!
There’s been a guitar – or two – in my life for a half a century.
On a weekend visit from college in the late sixties my big brother brought home the first guitar I had ever handled. He could tell I really liked it. A couple of years later he gave me that guitar!
These kinds of drawings are so weird. I started it with a left hand on a fretboard and no idea of how it would unfold or where it would go. It’s done now, waiting in my camera roll for me to insert it into this post; and now my heart is overflowing with emotional memories.
My brother was a central, nearly heroic figure for me throughout the first ten years of my life. By the time my periscope was up high enough for me to appreciate him as my brother, he was already making plans to go off to college; oh, and this devasted me. I remember an exchange we had one evening in the nearby church parking lot while shooting hoops. As he outlined some of the highlights of this plan, the football scholarship, the name and location of the university, and so on, I burst in tears and tried my best to put into words why this was all so unacceptable. Looking back, I knew he understood because he found a way to help me understand how I could manage without him between visits home and why it was the right move for him to make at that time in his life.
So when he gave me that guitar, he gave me a part of his heart that has been a part of my heart for fifty some odd years…and counting.
Made with Paper by Firth Three on an iPad Pro with an Apple Pencil
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.
As I mentioned in a previous post, click here for details, I’ve been gearing up to teach digital (iPad) art as an “enrichment” component in select classrooms that may or may not be near you. It’s a public school setting, so obviously I can’t be peddling my own ideological biases in any way, shape, or form, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg.
I originally proposed Paper by 53 and Tayasui Sketches as the drawing/painting apps that I’d use; however, both of them scored so low in the student-privacy-protection evaluation that I had to come up with 2 substitutes. We ended up with Procreate, the full version, and the “educational” version of Autodesk SketchBook. I’m somewhat familiar with SketchBook Pro; it’s comparable to Procreate, but SketchBook for Education has fewer features. So last night I wanted to play around with those features, and this is what I managed to crank out:
Obviously, you can import and even scan in images. It has layers. You can cut, paste, move, and resize, but you can’t distort. There’s no smudge tool and only a limited number of brushes and pens. Still, there’s more than enough to work with, and I just might start with SketchBook for Education and then introduce Procreate.