Resonant Enigma Too: Purpose

I'm making this into an "Art Blog"; more painting and drawing, less aimless wandering and whatnot. Not that there's anything wrong with that ...

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Monday, November 6, 2017

1974...

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Actually Christmas 1973, pencil on drawing paper, about 9"x12" without the calendar part, 17"x12" altogether. Last minute gift for Mamaw.
The old homeplace I grew up in, currently holed up in again. If you look close you can see ice sickles on the small tree to the right, and that's why the limbs on the big ivy covered oak are white--ice storm that winter.
That barrel on a frame used to hold kerosene ("coal oil" Papaw called it) and that fed the heat stoves in the kitchen and front room.

Here's the whole thing still in the frame. It's been hanging on the wall in the living room ever since...well, 1974.

These are a couple of attempts to edit the photo in the frame, under glass, to get a clearer image of just the drawing...


Not satisfactory so I switched to the scanner...

...on which it wouldn't fit...

...so I went to cropping and editing...

Finally came up with this, same as the one at the top. (This version makes it more like 7"x12") The top one is sized to fit this page, but the others are larger and can be clicked for more detail.

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Saturday, November 4, 2017

Rarity from '83

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Not too many of these ever existed, self-portraits by me. I been going through some old sketchbooks lately. Drawing pencils on 11x8.5" sketchpad, two days before I turned 31.
In Goobertown. If you're not from around here, you read it right. If you are from here, I lived in that little white house just before you hit the curve going toward J'boro, catty-cornered across the hiway from the namesake store and gas. And sign. The damn sign's not even left now.



Anyhow, here's a few more sketches I did while living there.
Left, a conte crayon drawing of the boots I was wearing to work at Riceland in J'boro. The last shift they served me, it was with duct tape holding the sole on one of 'em.
Right, out the kitchen window.


And lastly, yes we had dragons out there. It ain't called Goobertown because of peanuts, y'know.



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Friday, November 3, 2017

Dec. 10, 1976

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I was in Belleville, Michigan. I think that was the time I took a bus up there to help Aunt Dinker (Reba, actually, and the reason we called her Dinker was a family secret older than I) drive back down here in her car.
The sketch is of the view from--across, I guess, really--her second story deck, overlooking frozen Lake Belleville.
Pencil in 11x8.5" sketchbook, cropped to 11x5.25"


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