The Sketchbook Project 2011
The Hand
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Notice:
Due to the number of unscheduled and lengthy water breaks, Management has installed a new monitoring device.
The Sketchbook Project 2011 is headed to Austin, TX, March 12-13, 2011. Here’s the link to the other cities that the exhibit will visit:
http://www.arthousecoop.com/projects/sketchbookproject/exhibitions
Christmas in my sketchbook
Humbug
- Something intended to deceive; a hoax or fraud.
- A person who claims to be other than what he or she is; an impostor.
- Nonsense; rubbish.
- Pretense; deception.
I’ve been saving these to put up on my blog during the holiday season!
To see my completed sketchbook, click on the link below.
Come one now…. no more Bah Humbugs!!!
My Sketchbook Project 2011 ~ Finished
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It’s finally finished and ready to be sent off!
I really didn’t think that this project would be so much work… you know, a sketch here a sketch there. But no… it was a constant, pencil in hand, bulldozing through… coming up with one twisted Nighttime story after another. Not that I didn’t like it. Indeed… I loved it! The act in creating something daily, and following it through to completion is an invaluable experience.
Now it’s time to send it away. I wish I could keep it… but what sense would that make! I’ve made copies of everything though… Goodbye Nighttime Stories Sketchbook! I’ll visit you when you come my way in Austin!
Pan in my Sketchbook
A long time ago, in the underground realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a Princess who dreamed of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze, and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the Princess escaped. Once outside, the brightness blinded her and erased every trace of the past from her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness, and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. And he would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning..
Spiders in my Sketchbook!
Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly…
Only a few pages left in my sketchbook!