These are some of the public servants whom I admire; in his own way, each of these men has stood up to the most divisive, corrosive, and imbecilic leader this country has known. Rather than call attention to him and those whom he is leading astray, I shed a little light on these three models of public service.
I’ve added a few posts about Merced Art Hop in the last few years; check out the PHOTO GALLERY for sure to get a feel for this quarterly, downtown Merced, CA event. Saturday, October 20, 2018 was Art Hop’s 10 Anniversary. The October Art Hop is always fun. It’s cool enough for kids to show up in costumes, get their faces painted, and engage in some hands-on activities.
I brought my iPad and a projector and invited a few local artists to share their talents with everyone at Bob Hart Square that evening.
I like how this come out. Most of it was done in Infinite Painter on my iPad Pro with an Apple Pencil. I’m pretty unfamiliar with Painter, but it looks like something I might want to explore more. Then I did a few weird things in iColorama and a resizing in Procreate.
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.
In the Spring of 2016 Annyth and I spent a week with a group of 17 people at a villa (Can Pares) on the outskirts of Sitges in the Penedès wine and cava region in Catalonia, celebrating the 60th birthday of a friend. Located next door was a winery in a former castle, Torre del Veguer, which I featured in another post on this illustroblog.
Here’s a digital painting of Torre del Veguer, which I had printed on canvas as a gift of gratitude for our friend, Marjorie, the birthday girl.
Procreate, iColorama, iPad Pro, Apple Pencil
Partial progress video:
Here’s a digital image for you, one I’m calling, “Surfacing.” It’s not a very Christmas-like image…at first glance; however, there is “divine birth” dimension. Where? How? WTF?
As a beginner in the practice of meditation, mindfulness, and yoga, I’ve discovered something about the content of my own attention and the breadth of its span. Most of what I pay attention to has nothing to do with the actual spatial and temporal dimensions of the situations that I inhabit; and my five senses usually just go along for the ride throughout the day. That’s another way of saying that I’m rarely “in the moment.” Most of the time my mind is automatically wandering and dragging around clusters of feelings that reside in my muscles’ memories. I’m basically flying around and around in a bird cage whose little door is wide open but somehow hidden from my view.
I ruminate, therefore I am; and my rumination is my ruination. All of that highly-evolved cognitive activity that we call thinking, so necessary for our survival as a species, keeps us alive and incarcerated by decommissioning our senses. If we can’t see the open door, we won’t fly away. We’re taught to fear freedom by our own trauma. The curriculum for this self destruction is saturated in our flesh and bones; at the collective level it’s encoded in our enculturation and socialization processes to keep the entire flock from flying away.
Sometimes when I’m on my cushion, my mat, or my iPad Pro, I lean into an arbitrary assignment automatically delivered to me by this mostly destructive curriculum. I do so because I’ve learned that avoiding or denying them nourishes them. I’ve learned that leaning in requires an effort, takes practice, and yields dividends. I wonder if it’s a sin to vacate the Present Moment?
“Surfacing” is the result of one of these leaning into’s. Yesterday I managed to notice the compulsive appearance of one of these arbitrary assignments as it surfaced. Rather than repressing it and the scary feelings accompanying it, I entertained it momentarily before it disappeared. It grabbed the tissues of the moment I inhabited and the body I inhabit. It seemed real. With its sharp claws it tugged at and stretched the membrane of the living moment encapsulating me…until…poof!
By the time I noticed exhaling, it was gone, Merry Christmas, and another assignment had arrived.
For a 32-second video of the making of Pence, click here.
A rough, very free-hand, sketch of W&J’s Old Main on a beautiful October day in Paper 53 with an iColorama tweak and an Apple Pencil on an iPad Pro using a personal photo reference and accompanied by 1802 Cream Ale on nitro right here at the Rusty Gold Brewing in my hometown, Canonsburg, PA. The bartender asked me if I had any prints on me for sale. I did; a little paper print of this image from this post. She bought one and put in on a shelf; see below. Awesome, eh? Down below, check out my painting in the Procreate app of the Washington Trust Building as seen from W&J’s campus in Washington, PA. (See related post related to Jefferson College and Washington & Jefferson College.)