Monthly Archives: January 2015

Heads up! Sunday is Hourly Comics Day

Trying to catch up on my “illustrative” career, love this idea and thanks for sharing!

myf draws apparently


This is just a brief reminder – to myself, as much as anything. On Sunday, artists with more optimism than sense will be attempting to draw a comic every hour, describing their day.

Last year, I only found out about it when I idly scrolled through Twitter at breakfast time. This year, I found I’d put an annual alert in my calendar, which popped up yesterday so that I could be well prepared. How organised is that?!

Actually, maybe it’s better to be caught on the back foot. Now I have no excuse.

Fortunately, last year I also gathered together the very best examples I could find from 2014 (ok, I have answered my own question. I am very organised, yes), and linked to them from a single post, which you can read here.

And here is my entry from last year.

I hope you’ll be tempted to…

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Leave the pen. Take the cannoli.

Love the punch of color on some, but not all. Check it out!


amtrak in the morning
Late last month, on the weekend before Christmas, I took a day in San Francisco, just to get out of Davis for a little while and sketch things on ground that slopes a bit. I didn’t have much of a plan beyond “go to the Ferry Building, have a cannoli, draw loads”. So I did. Here’s my sketch from the early morning Amtrak train, above. It’s not cheap, traveling the Amtrak, but it’s a lovely journey and you get free wifi.

So I got to the San Francisco Ferry Building, where they have the Saturday Farmer’s Market. I like getting here on a Saturday, and finding the little stall inside that sells Italian cannoli filled with chocolate, and sugary messy lemon-filled ‘bombolini’, little doughnuts. After cleaning my face I went outside to draw a panorama, which took about an hour and a quarter. Those sugary treats made me work…

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On Value and Being Seen


Paper Pencil Life

Tara Brach

Longtime reader Sarah asked in the comments on my post about Edith Pearlman if I could share my thoughts on how I skate the inevitable line of doing work for work sake and doing work to be seen.  To which I say:

Oh boy–how much time do you have?

Every artist I know struggles with this dynamic–don’t you?  Isn’t this at the very core of wanting a life in the arts?  You have something to say and don’t you want someone to hear it/see it?  This seems like a very simple idea, though we know it is not.  The minute someone DOES hear/see/notice your work is when things get really FUNKY.  

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