Some pictures of some paintings… part 2… that we might have more fun with later…

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These are just some photos of some of my art that I am still working on. They mostly started off as rough sketches, just for fun, and then they start to grow into… something… You might be wondering why I start to cut them out. The idea is that someday, I will mount them on wooden plaques, and then varnish them. I like that one, because it doesn’t have an ‘up’ or a ‘down’. You could hang it in any direction. I often do that with weird pieces of art. You could rotate them every day, if you wanted to.

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These sketches didn’t begin with a plan. Sometimes the best way to start a picture is to put a blank piece of paper in front of you and just let the art happen. That is what ‘pouring your art out’ is all about, I suppose. Once I have a page full of… whatever it ends up full of…  I start adding color. It might be colored pencils, or watercolors, or crayons or oil paints or ink pens… or all of the above.

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These are just some of the pictures I happened to stick in a bag full of unfinished art, watercolor paint sets, and brushes. I take the bag with me when I go anywhere that might allow me some time to paint. You may notice that there are some pictures of my face in the unfinished picture above… you know how much I love my own face… Yeah, they are pictures of me from when I still had the long hair, but some of these I started that long ago. There is no time limit on art.

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Oh yeah, you might as well throw yourself into your work… HA!

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Now that one is just me practicing drawing eyes. This is another good way to have fun while brushing up on your painting and drawing skills… ha… see what I did there…

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That’s me as a samurai… it is going to look awesome mounted on a piece of dark wood.

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That picture you might remember from the last time I was at my mom’s house. I think it is finished now. As I told you in the last post, simple geometric shapes done in pencil are a good way to learn watercolors. Find some objects around your house that have interesting shapes, and just run a pencil around the outside edge… you do not have to be able to draw a perfect circle or square. Let the shapes overlap, and where they do, you can play with letting the wet watercolor paints run together. Try using different amounts of water to let the colors swirl and run. And try getting a brush very wet and full of pant, and then dribbling or flicking the drops onto the paper. The splatter can end up being beautiful. And it will react in new ways, depending on how wet the areas where it lands happen to be. Play with your colors! Have some fun!

a 1 a 8I think that one is finished also… if art is ever actually finished. You can see that I colored over my lines of the geometric shapes with felt pens and colored pencils. I also added some very simple flower shapes over the top… because: why not?

I may come back and show you some of the unfinished art in this post again. I have a vague idea that it might be fun to finish them in Photoshop. Remember, that is how I finished the pictures of the funny monkeys for the children’s book I wrote. Maybe I will do another ‘step-by-step’ series. That could be fun.

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Some pictures of some paintings… part 1… oh, and a free art lesson…

Yesterday, I told you I was almost done posting photos of my trip to see my mom in the Bay Area, except for some pictures of some pictures. I always do some painting when I am at my mom’s house. I am trying to get her interested in watercolor painting… not that she needs a new hobby… she is over 90 and is more busy and active than most people I know.

So I took some pictures of the art I brought with me, and some of the ones I keep up there to work on, but I thought I might take this opportunity to give you a little art lesson if you think you might like to try watercolor painting.

The hardest part of watercolor painting is not the painting itself, although watercolors can be tricky, because unlike oil paints, or other thick paints, you can’t always paint over mistakes… and watercolors tend to run and bleed into each other unless you let each new color dry all the way, which slows you down. Also, watercolors can ruin the paper you are painting on, especially if you aren’t using the right kind of paper.

But the part that most people find difficult is the sketch, the drawing, the putting down on the paper whatever it is that you intend to paint. I have previously suggested doing geometric shapes, and taking a modern art approach where you do not worry about the form. Because not everybody can draw a house or a horse of a flower or a face or a mountain.

A few years back, I found a coloring book about the civil war. I study history, and military history intrigues me. So I bought the book, and I have been using it to practice my watercolor painting…

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Once you take away the worry of having to do a drawing yourself, it is really just adding color where it needs to go. This is an excellent was to get used to painting trees and backgrounds, playing with color and shading. This book was not made for watercolors, and the paper is not the right kind, but I have fun with it, and that is important when doing art.

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I love the way a pictures begins to come alive, to pop out of the page as you add the colors. The book had some text on each page, so I came up with a clever idea. I cut the text off. This led me to the idea of ripping the corners of the pages. Then I sort of singe them with a cigarette lighter. This makes them look like they were actually done by some civil war soldier during the war… sort of… I haven’t finished doing this to all of them, but you get the idea.

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Please bear in mind that these are all still unfinished. This is just to get your creative juices flowing.

a 1 a 4If you have enough fun painting some pictures drawn by someone else, you can think about teaching yourself to draw, right?

a 1 a 5 If you look at the picture above, you might notice that there are different shades of gray on the Confederate uniforms. The only real skill needed with painting is shading, and adding a sense of depth. You can see where the color needs to be just a bit darker… inside the folds of cloth, or under an ammunition box on a belt. Imagine where the sun is in the sky, and just add a little more black, or use a darker shade of gray, if your paint set has it.a 1 a 6Painting on finished sketches is also a good way to practice doing color washes with a big brush to fill in the sky. I always start with a light blue wash, and then add streaks of color to it while it is still wet… this can lead to some beautiful backgrounds, as long as you don’t get carried away and turn your paper into mush. Do the big background washes first. It is hard to go back and do it around every object in the foreground. So paint the grass, water, or sky first.

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There, I threw in one original painting of the civil war that I did with my own sketch. It isn’t the best painting in the world, but it is colorful, and it sort of captures a feeling of a battle. And art is really all about feelings.

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And you know I always visit my friend John when I go back to the Bay Area… even though he is dead…

For a dead guy, he sure has a nice view…

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Okay, technically it his memorial tree growing over his ashes… or most of his ashes… that has the good view. I am pretty sure I did a post a long time ago about what we did with the rest of his ashes… it is an awesome, moving and funny story, but I forget what it is called, so you would have to start typing stuff like: ‘ashes’ ‘memorial’ ‘John Sullivan’ or something like that into the search bar thing to find that post…

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But you can see San Francisco in the distance from where he is spending the foreseeable future… and maybe a lot longer than that…

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And you can see the Golden Gate bridge too.

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Mollie took that picture of me and John’s tree. She was standing below me on the slope, and something about the angle of the picture makes my legs look freakishly long. I mean, they are freakishly long, my torso isn’t really that short… is it?

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Okay… so I wasn’t the cutest baby in the world…

Here is another of my early posts. This one has pictures of me as a baby, a kid, and my wedding day. It was called:

Enough about art…

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Let’s talk about Arthur…

Oh lucky you, I found some more old family photographs…

Yep, that’s me… I believe I admitted previously that I was not a particularly cute baby… In fact, I used the words ‘waxy monkey’ if I recall correctly…

My brother Jack seemed fascinated by this new creature that had come to visit… (He had no idea I would be staying for so long)…

Eventually, he resorted to entertaining me just so I would stop screaming for a few minutes…

You can almost hear him asking the Lord for a few minutes of peace…

Hey, in my defense, I might have been crying because they were using my playpen as a storage unit, and not just for me…

Oh, who doesn’t miss those days before child welfare services?…

But, when I finally stopped screaming, Jack and I developed a working relationship…

Or at least an uneasy truce…

This is, I am fairly sure, the origin of the ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ books…

Just so you know, two male children are a safe number to have around… any more than that, and things get weird and dangerous…

See what I mean… That is me and my two younger siblings, experimenting with Islamic fundamentalism, you know, like kids do…

But I decided that if I was going to be a terrorist, I would rather do it alone… (The worst words in the whole world that a kid can hear from his mom are, “Why don’t you let your little brothers play with you and your friends today.” Especially during the summer, when days are long. Nothing personal, Henry and Sid)…

In the end, I opted not to pursue a career in terrorism. Even at that age, I could see that the idea that you could get the world to support your political ideals by hijacking airplanes, or blowing up innocent people seemed a little far-fetched…

I put away my childish dreams and my toy guns… (OK, not really, in my garage I have a collection of the ‘submachine guns of World War Two’ that I made myself from cardboard glued together in layers)… But I grew up… sort of… as people do, and after a few years of seriously crazy adventures that you wouldn’t even believe if I told you… I met a nice girl and I settled down…

Doesn’t Cherilyn look lovely?…

And I told you I clean up real nice…

That is my dad in the background, looking pleased and relieved… If you had asked my parents which kid would get married first, they would not have put any money on me…

And no, I am not hunting rabbits with a pair of thong panties… that is a garter… ( I killed three rabbits and a bobcat with that thing)…

On a side note, remember that I told you that dogs and kids love me… (and not to trust people that dogs and kids don’t like?)… Here is photographic evidence to support my claim…

That is not my kid, and that is not my dog… Notice that only one of them is trying to bite me…

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Well, we did it… 25,137 comments on one blog post!!!

And we did it with love.

We did it with friendship.

We did it with humor.

We didn’t start off with a negative topic that made people so angry that they felt they had to comment. We just did it for fun. And in the process, people made new friends and discovered new blogs.

Someday, I am going to go back and read all the comments in order. There is some weird stuff in there. Remember when Trent got bored and tried to seduce himself? That was funny. We did some writing contests, we did some poetry. We talked about some deep subjects. We even had a drunken reunion party or two.

I want to thank all of you who participated, whether you added one comment or joined in over and over again. This is not the end of the experiment. I am planning future reunions. But for a while I will take a break from doing posts trying to get people to comment more. That being said, the door to that post is always open… the link is still over there, at the top of the sidebar.

If you missed adding a comment to our little social experiment, and you feel left out, here is the link that takes you right to the comment box: http://wp.me/p25PYJ-21u/#respond

 

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But I’m an ex Berkeley liberal hippy… I can’t be a racist!!!

Yeah, that’s right… I have been accused of being a racist… sort of… in a really offhand way. You know that children’s book I did? The one called: I Like Monkeys. It is over there in my sidebar.

I have been getting rave reviews from children and adults. Kids love that book. I told you how a teacher friend of ours brought it to his school and let a bunch of classrooms borrow it. They all loved it. Willie loves the copy I gave him for his birthday.

I got a letter from my mom. She sent me a card one of her friends had sent her. Her friend has a granddaughter and in the card she says that every time she drives her granddaughter anywhere, the girl brings the book and reads it in her car seat while she makes monkey noises.

So I called my mom, to tell her to thank her friend for the  nice card. And during this conversation, my mom mentioned that she had gotten a little negative feedback. It turns out that a couple of people have said that the book might not be ‘politically correct’.

Wait… what???

Well, it all boils down to this one picture…

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The text that goes with this picture just says: ‘My daddy looks like a monkey’.

That is an actual quote from an actual little girl. For those of you that do not know, the premise of the book is based on quotes from little kids. For years I have been telling kids that, “I like monkeys”. I just like to hear what they have to say. And I used a bunch of these quotes in the book.

When I was doing the artwork for the book, the first image that popped into my head when I thought of a dad who looks like a monkey, was that of a friendly gorilla. So that is what I did.

My mom asked me why the daddy was black… remember, she is asking on behalf of other people… my mom knows I am not a racist.

I did the character that color because that is the color that gorillas are. It is not a representation of an African-American father. It is a gorilla.

But now I can’t stop wondering if people might construe the picture as being racist.

Am I overreacting? Is this just a case of Berkeley liberal guilt… both from myself for doubting my artistic choice and from the people who thought the picture might be racist?

Does my intention count for more than people’s perception?

I guess when it comes down to it, we each need to decide on our own what is offensive. But it is a kid’s book. I don’t need controversy. I have always raised my kids to never judge people based on race or religion or anything but how they treat other people.

But I have also raised my kids to never do anything hurtful.

And if people can perceive my picture as hurtful, that makes me sad.

On top of that, I am now worried that I might offend religious people who will be angered because the images in the book might be taken to be coming down on the side of evolution.

No… I am just kidding about that last part… I never want to be considered a racist… but I am okay with being called an evolutionist.

Tell me what you think.

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Today, on that post where we are setting the record for the most comments on a WordPress post and we are already up to 24,342 comments, we are going to play a new game…

It is called: Ask the crack squirrels… because you can ask the crack squirrels in my head any question you want to… about anything… and they will answer you… even if the answer doesn’t make any sense… because they are squirrels… and they are on crack…

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Go ahead… ask them a question… about life or love or aliens or politics or history, or squirrels or even about me. They know me pretty well. They should… they live inside my head.

Now please do not ask the questions on this post… it will just make them angry… follow this link: http://wp.me/p25PYJ-21u/#respond

That will take you right to the comment box on the record-breaking post… so you don’t have to do so much scrolling. Or you can click on the link on the top of my sidebar over there to the right.

Even if you already know everything and don’t have a question to ask, you can make some new friends by replying to comments made by lots of funny bloggers. And you will be a small part of history on the blog post with the most comments…

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Now that is how you take a selfie!!!

(or): Hey, don’t beat yourself up…

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I really need to know…

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While we were visiting Jessica in Arizona, she was teasing me once again about how I used to have a mullet. I keep insisting that I had long hair, but it was not a mullet. Hey, I grew up in Berkeley. I know about long hair.

So she took a picture of my actual drivers license photo… the one you see above… yes, I haven’t changed it in quite a while… and posted it on Facebook. The general consensus is that I did have a mullet… at least at the time this picture was taken. The only good news to come out of this Facebook thing is that one of Jessica’s girl friends said that my picture makes me look a little like the actor Paul Rudd…

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The disturbing part of that is that it turns out my daughter thinks Paul Rudd is one of the sexiest men on the planet… so… uh… anyway…

My theory is this: Yes, it was a little shorter in the front, tapering back to the longer hair, but the sides were not cut short enough or far enough back to classify as a mullet. At the very worst I had bad bangs that were too long.

Back in the 70’s and early 80’s, when my hair hung down to my butt, I had the full-on rock and roll hair…

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You have all seen this picture by now… it isn’t even close to the longest my hair ever got… it is also the proof that I invented the ‘wardrobe malfunction’… but you can plainly see that my hair… aside from having the delightful ‘feathered’ look that was popular in those days… was still a little bit shorter in the front… you know… so I could see and not look like a sheep dog, or have to keep doing that annoying head-flipping thing to get the hair out of my eyes.

So come on, people… let’s get this settled once and for all… did I have a mullet or not?

Be honest… if you come down on the mullet side I promise to only hate you for a little while…

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So we now have 24,077 comments on that post where we are trying to set the comment record, and I have some ideas to make getting to 25,000 even more fun…

I think that on Saturday, we should only leave comments that sound like things that pirates would say…

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A whole day of: ‘Avast, there, me hearties’ and ‘shiver me timbers’ would be fun. Even more fun would be trying to carry on actual conversations in pirate speak.

Or maybe ‘Type like you live in Shakespearian times’ day…

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We could’st verily and perchance spend yon morrow calling one another varlets and knaves, poltroons and scoundrels, twixt break of day and eventide, forsooth ‘twould vex the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, ‘twouldn’t it?

Or we could have a whole day where we can only comment using lines from songs… that could be awesome… speaking words of wisdom… because you know sometimes words have two meanings… so tell me who are you…

Or we could pick a random letter of the alphabet and say that no one can type that letter in their comments… then the c  mments w uld l  k like this.

So come on, join in our weird social media experiment. Leave one comment for the history books, or join in the chat and make some new friends.

Here is the link directly to the comment box: http://wp.me/p25PYJ-21u/#respond

Or you can just go to that link on the top of the right sidebar over there…

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