Showing posts with label sketch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sketch. Show all posts
Friday, January 18, 2013
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
The {School} Office
Most school secretaries that I have encountered love working with children. However, sometimes the school office secretary is scarier than the principal. Beware!
Labels:
Arnoldo L. Romero,
art journals,
sketch
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Miscalculated
| Mis-Cat-Ulated Soft-leaded Colored Pencil 6x9 80# Paper ©BEDeuel/Bronson Hill Arts bronsonhillarts.blogspot.com |
Having been born with the proverbial 2-left-feet, the concept of miscalculate takes me to the many ways I can misstep, having miscalculated again.
But, the most common cause of my misstepping is caused by miscalculating where the dang cat is at any given moment. Especially if I'm heading down the stairs with my arms full.
I think this is an inbred trait in the entire species known as cat. What do you think?
Labels:
Bronson Hill Arts,
cat,
Colored Pencil,
feet,
Monday Artday,
sketch,
steps
Saturday, November 19, 2011
READINGS

Translation: "I refuse to read anymore"*
Helloooooo everyone!
I’ve been away for a while as I started an Urban Design Masters Degree program at AUB! - insert super huge smile here – and I needed some time to get used to managing work, site, university, readings, assignments, etc…can you believe that I’ve not drawn anything in almost 2 months?! -insert a
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Degas Style Dancer
This was one of my first digital pieces. I took a regular picture and tried to make it look Degas-esk! See more of my work at www.caliward.blogspot.com
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Train
Friday, October 09, 2009
Vampire creature sketch
It has been a long, long time since I didnt do an illustration especially for Monday Art day... so I did this sketch for this weeks topic.
Labels:
claudio rodriguez valdes,
creatures,
sketch,
vampire
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
self-portrait sketch, age 8
When I was eight years old, my father took me on a long train ride down to New York City to go to the opera at the Met. We saw the Magic Flute, and the thing I remember most about it was Papageno, the bird man. I also remember how everything was gold and dark red velvet and how I was made to wear a frilly pink dress and bows in my hair. I hated pink. But I was awed by the Met. I have never been back and that was about 55 years ago.
This is a sketch with pencil and colored pencil in Peggy's sketchbook.
The funny marks in the background are rose petals on the previous page painted in back gouache.
Labels:
Mary Stebbins Taitt,
sketch,
sketchbook exhange,
theme
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