Fear of being eaten or just the sight of someone skinny-dipping nearby?
Archive for November, 2009
One of the things I enjoy about this job (I, along with most artists these days, have several), is my commute. It’s about 200 feet. I have thought about putting in a spiral staircase since it would cut that down by about 75%. Unfortunately, the room you need for one would end up filling most of the studio. I’d have to set the computer up on the stairs themselves, shortening the commute even more. I’m becoming more like Nero Wolfe, (thankfully not in girth). Nero’s claim to fame was that he avoided leaving his townhouse in Manhattan, ever. His assistant, Archie Goodwin (not the Marvel/DC, editor, writer, artist. Although he did speak at a Nero Wolfe fan club meeting) would do all the leg work. Nero would stay home and use his brain to solve crimes while raising orchids. This, and a taste for the finer things in life, meant Nero expanded not only his mind. So, what does this have to do with a sketch? In this drawing, the heavy collar and rounded plumpness to cheek and chest would make for a good Nero.
Nothing like trying to pull out of your driveway only to find a police car blocking it and 8 more in the street. Luckily, they weren’t looking for me. “Put down the pencil and step away from the drawing board!”
No one was home at a house down the block. Someone must of thought they saw something inside and called the police.
And I thought living in suburbia would be boring.
Software firms are, possibly rightfully, paranoid about people swiping their product. We live in an age where a lot of people have grown up with free or practically free access to just about anything on the internet. This has bred a mistrust between those trying to make a living and those that don’t understand why it’s necessary to pay for anything. That is, until it’s something of theirs, which invariably is worth a million dollars. To this end many software companies have instituted incredibly involved activation systems. Quark Xpress is one of these. So, on top of all the hassles the dead video card has inflicted upon me, I have also had to suffer at the hands of corporate paranoia. Apple’s migration assistant made short work of transferring my files to a new machine, everything went well, except Quark. It has taken over 24 hours to sort out corrupted activation codes, serial numbers, preferences and an upgrade to finally get back to normal. It’s not that Quark didn’t try and help but why make it so painful? I’m not a fan of Adobe but even their software (which transfers some of your private information through a third party firm. Which is a definite, no, no.) worked without an issue. So, I’m feeling a little like this fellow:
Dress down Friday seems to have taken over the entire work week. On the odd occasion when I have to visit a client’s office, I now find that I’m overdressed in a sports jacket. A far cry from the Sixties! I remember going to work with my mom at the Pan Am building in New York, the men in suits and ties and the women in skirts and high-heels (and wigs . . . easier than having to have your hair done everyday). I’m not calling for a return to the strict dress code of days past, but sleeveless undershirts and torn blue jeans might be pushing it.
Every year the Society of Illustrators has a members show. This year the proceeds from the sale of the art go to The Family Center Art Therapy Family Support Program. It’s a chance for you to purchase original art by the members at incredibly favorable prices. I’ve donated the following:
It’s a finish of a similar sketch from a previous post. All the art works are 12″ x 12″ and framed. They can be viewed here with more (including mine) to be added during the week. Contact Society of Illustrators Director Anelle Miller for more information.
It was one of those days, the video card in my laptop failed. It is a known issue and, so, covered by the manufacturer. Still, not much fun and it played havoc with my original plans for the day. But I can imagine other professions where the daily hazards are much more dangerous. Meanwhile, at the North Pole:
This is a more finished image with pen and ink and watercolor. It was used for the National Cartoonists Society’s New York City Holiday Party last year. I had started a space theme with the invitation and added in a few astronauts, both human and feline/canine on smaller cards.
I once worked with a friend who joked about having a “five-o’clock shadow” at ten in the morning. I, on the other hand, had to explain to people for two years that the thing on my upper lip was a moustache.