The Drawing Room
Stickley & Wright: watta combination
Pencil
Chandand Rani
This is my Bangladesh "Foster" Child at age twelve. Her family helped build a well in the center of their town. Before the well, the women walked more than a mile to get water—and, of course, lugged it back.
Paris Cafe
Charcoal on gray canson. Out of my head and Chekhovian longing to see Paris. No, to LIVE in Paris.
Woolff
Graphite, from photo. Thanks, Virginia, for A Room of Her Own, and much more.
Apples to Grapes
Pencils. No sooner did the bonfires consume the remains of the grand old apple trees but the grape vines began to grow.
Pablo Himself
Graphite. From snap in book.
Monday Morning Painters, Healdsburg
Graphite sketch from photo of Patrick Fanning's Monday Morning Painters. It's a great group, but a bit too early for an habitual nightowl to attend very often.
Haitian Strength
Graphite
The Curmudgeon and the Purrmudgeon, Solving World Problems
Graphite. The cantankerous curmudgeon is my husband Al Tommervik; the purrmudgeon is our cat FredCatcher, two years gone now, and still we miss him. Easy to catch, as this was a frequent weekend sight in our Fairfax greatroom.
Yan Suk
Graphite
End of the Day
Graphite, or crayon. Actually, I've forgotten, and the original disappeared during a move. But I love it.
Keeping Troubles at Bay
Original is watercolor. This is scanned into photoshop and transformed to look like Conte crayon. The original hangs in the home of the Cabaret singer, pianist, and impresario, Eric Comstock. (He's my nephew, and he really IS a star!)
Princely Dreams
Grqphite. I stuck in the medium value background on the computer.
Southwest Tarn, digitized (probably should be in Playroom...)
Womanhead
Frank Gonzales Studio, Fairfax, California
Frank was Fairfax Town Artist for two years. What a joy!!
Charcoal and pastels (just in the box) on rough sketch paper.
IThat day I had no inspiration. I said to Frank, tell me something to do. He said, What do you want to do? I said, I WANT to paint the whole studio, get the marvelous feeling of being here. Well, then that's what to do, he said. But I have NO idea how to even start, I complained. Frank pointed to the table at one end of the room. Go down there, he said, turn around, and draw what you see. I did. And to my amazement, what I did looked—and felt—like Frank's studio.
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman, 1968. Portrait of the Artist for 1st Art Class, 1989
Old sketch is graphite; later sketch is carbon pencil
Norway, whose half Norwegian Elkhound, half unknown ears stood exactly one-foot, ten inches from the ground, was a very special dog.
She was a fine watchdog, even though her barks really meant "come play with me," and her love for her human mom was definitely mutual.
The comic strip was assembled in an ancient Mac program called Comic Strip Factory, designed by Trici Venola and
David Durkee, with additional art by Kurt Wahlner. The drawings of Norway are mine and the person on her knees is adapted to be me. : )
After Art
Ink sketch
