A Fude Pen Week


A few weeks ago I replaced by Duke Confucius Fude Pen with a Duke Ruby. For some reason the Confucius started leaking, and for the life of me I can not figure out why. I clean it all, fill the converter, then the next time I pick the pen up there is ink all over….

The Terroir of Sketching


People ask, “What is the artist trying to say?” It beats me. Living artists often give some esoteric reason for their painting, all too often motivated by a desire to be relevant. Dead artists must suffer with academic explanations that assume they know the intimate thoughts and desires of the artist – we are rarely…

70-20-10 – an art reality


Where I first heard of “70-20-10” eludes me, I know I did not come up with it though it reflects reality for those of us who create: 70% of what we sketch, paint or create will be mediocre or average, 20% will be just crap, junk, and 10% will be truly wonderful. Expecting everything we…

A Varied Journey


Sketching captures my thoughts and experiences then saves them for later reflection while enhancing the moment itself. Though I do have journals, it is clear that the traditional practice of faithfully recording the day’s events eludes me. Random thoughts get recorded, a memorable meal or person, yet spontaneous rather than intentional. Perusing my sketches over…

Under the stars on Chuckanut Drive


We rekindled some old memories this week at the Deckhouse on Chuckanut Drive. When I was young we had a 1950’s era tent trailer. It had plywood sides that were stained dark brown, long before plastic I have no idea what the flat roof-top was made of, only that it was heavy. The sides of…