A Good Sketchbook shows the inner workings, thought and physical process of an artist. From Sketchbook to masterpiece you have a record of the Artists conscious, a wire frame as to how he or she had produced and executed designs from conception to finalized piece. I think its the most exciting thing on an artists portfolio, where you are allowed to glimpse into the world and mind of an artist. The Confident line work, or bold color experimentation, studies in realism or dynamic abstract art. The likes and dislikes and love. Its all in the Sketchbook.
As an Artist I find that my favorite pieces are in my Sketchbook, and
A Series of Isolated City Musicians “Sax” “Oboe” “Trumpet” and “Drums”
A series of Iconic New York City Buildings all of which are eclipsed by a heart. It is my take on an I LOVE NY series of illustrations
Commuting to work by train can be an opportunity to draw and sketch fellow commuters. But being careful not to show your intent of drawing someone can become intrusive if your caught looking at someone while drawing them. So instead of staying sneaky I started to draw the commuters shoes. S
I decided to hold on to a sketchbook everyday and travel with it as if it were my lunch. I commuted with it, I went to work with it, I ate with it, I even slept with it. Well maybe not sleep with it. I always had the ability to draw, even prior to when my memory can be of service to me, my mother filled in the missing gaps telling me and everyone she met that I was able to draw when I was just a baby, she describes this truck as the center stage for her story which I drew in perspective as the other kids were drawing strictly one dimensional squares and circles I was drawing in perspective.
We were looking for a Flamenco experience, one with women wearing long flowing dresses and men in tight fitting vests. We were recommended to go to this bar where the locals go. No flowing dresses nor tight vests but very close quarters and a stuffy bar scene which the owner and patrons would put on a Flamenco performance. We asked for Flamenco, and for our sins they gave it to us.
There was an overwhelming homeless population. Some people were barefoot with their hands out and begging for euros (but be careful most of them are pick pockets), while the rest of the city carries on.