a sketch of my dear ant ruth

This is a rough draft of Spuk, my make-believe cat. She will appear in most of new current, published illustrations in some form.

E is for expressions. Part 2 from a previous post.

Caught off guard before the camera… er… I mean… before the pencil sketched.

This was entitled faces blue and was a demonstration of how the viewer brings his or her own experiences into reading a story or viewing a piece of artwork. What do you think this woman is saying to you? I’d love to see comments on this one.

This rough depicts much of what my week was like as I felt that I lacked the strength to make it. Happy endings though.

Have you seen me? Perhaps in some remote location or distant afar…or even kennbivins.com

Cold feet. Cold day. Cold steel.

Fresh milk…get yours.

I’m sure this will become something more beautiful and refined another day but for now I escape from the norm to share with you a ten-minute incomplete sketch of Stella Black to depict this week’s topic, escape.

I created this quiet tribute to the victims of Hurricane Katrina a few days ago but it speaks loudly of depth.

This week’s entry, roots, brings to mind the history and heritage captured in the song, Strange Fruit. Pictured in surgical scrubs from left to right are Kenn Bivins, Saul Williams, and Cornel West who have made significant gains in cutting the noose of negativity that is unfortunately rooted in African American history.

Actually, Kenn Bivins has done nothing for African American history but draw funny pictures but the two men to his left are people he greatly admires. See the full color version of this rendering at kennbivins.com.

A cactus dude looking at an empty reflection of himself in a handheld mirror. That’s deep, huh? I pulled this old illustration from one of my sketchbooks and decided to color it and post it for the theme of the the week.

This is a still from an animated project that I never fininshed due to workload. I will eventually finish it but until then, glory in part one of my reflection entry.

I love the old proverb, “The barn has burnt down. Now I can see the moon” by Masahide. It speaks of seeing the beautiful things past tragedy and this piece was inspired by that nugget of wisdom.