C Kali Strong

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"I don’t really know whether art can exist without a certain degree of tranquillity or spiritual poise; without a certain amount of quiet you can have neither philosophy nor religion nor painting nor poetry. And as one of the specialties of modern life is to abolish this quiet, we are in danger of losing our arts together with the quiet of the soul that art demands." - Saul Bellow

 

 

Way back in the early 80s I was breaking in some new pens with refillable reservoirs, to accommodate colored ink. Doodle page in 5.5" x 8.5" sketchbook.

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Bubbles. It's how stuff moves around.

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Graphite pencil, India ink, watercolor, crayons on Bristol board, approx. 6"x4.75"

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Mournful Congregation_The Waterless Streams

Megan's Ghost
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Edgar Valle

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Gimme Chocolate; my ekg's on the fritz.

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"...  Moreover, our efforts to awaken others to our notion of what reality is all about can often prove to be merely an additional impediment to both their as well as our true awakening. As the sage Siddharameshwar Maharaj noted: “What you are thinking of as ‘awake’ — some intense new passion for a worthy cause or a deep feeling of love for all existence — is actually the deepest of deep sleep, much deeper than a feeling of boredom or indifference. Yours is an intense association with the Illusion. The bored and the indifferent are on the verge of leaving the lure of the temptress Maya behind, no longer swayed by her shiny attractions. They are on the verge of waking.” "  --Conscious Process, Bob O'hearn

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Stego '78

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Old pencil sketch in 11"x8.5" sketchbook, cropped. From way back, and way off, out there, somewhere...

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Pareidoodle

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Old dreams...

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Reviewing some old dream journals I came upon this old ballpoint doodle. From early 80s I think.

Yeah it was 1980 because I remember showing it to a therapist I saw briefly that year. Of course she couldn't tell me what it meant, just wanted to know whose name I thought was on the grave stone. Like it might be mine and that would mean something. Well I've got news for her now. My name is on a tombstone--for real--and here's a sketch I made of that. From life. Heh, heh.
My full name and birth date are on the front, next to my deceased wife, the only part missing is my 'end date.'
Pretty sobering but that's about it in terms of "meaning."

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Yeah, Don Quixote...

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My mind was too much in "adventure" mode yesterday to settle on a subject, so this turned out to be more of an exploratory exercise with the Pilot Precise V5 extra fine rolling ball pen. I guess technically that makes it a ballpoint sketch. 'Cept not really. It ain't no Bic Stick, although I was trying to use it like one.

 This is page one in a new sketch book, 8.5x5.5" made by Daler Rowney with 80 sheets of 65 lb. paper.
 And you get the full width for drawing as it's attached to the book by a 3/4" strip with perforations.
 Cool huh.

And here's some eggs I drew in pencil in another book a long time ago.

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