Honey Bear

Last night I was watching President Trump’s first State of the Union speech. If you think I’m going to start making political statements, then you have another think coming! Nah, I just watched it for the sake of wondering what was going to be said, and it gave me the opportunity to sketch this here honey bear!

With my trusty Prismacolor 03 sized ink pen, I went to town sketching this bear in my Strathmore sketchbook, and rendering all his fur while my ears listened to words, applause, words, applause, words – you get the idea. I pretended that each time I got a small section of fur drawn, all that applause was for me. How nice of Congress to appreciate my work like that.

 

Looks appetizing, but I do NOT recommend licking the honey from your screen.

Sailor Cat

Doodled a li’l ol’ sailor cat in my sketchbook this week. I wonder what it must be like to sail the seven seas with nine lives? (Rimshot anyone?)

 

It is not wise to be a pirate mouse when around a sailor cat.

Varmints

After posting the sketch of a cowboy last week, I got to doodling some more mealy mugs of the wild west in my sketchbook, and applied the ol’ brush pen to them. These varmints ain’t pretty, but they aren’t meant to be either.

 

Hard to believe, but they all had mothers who kissed their faces.

The Weathered Cowboy

I was watching a western the other night with my pop, and just felt the urge to grab my sketchbook and doodle during the movie.

There’s something about a good western, especially the old ones, that lures out all the interesting faces in Hollywood. They seemed to cast real people in their movies, not movie stars. Every now and then one of the real guys became a movie star, but when they put movie stars into westerns, they often stuck out like a sore thumb.

So, while this is no one in particular, it is inspired by the tough guy heroes of a good western. A good hero deserves a good chin and a surly squint. Gotta have the squint.

 

If a gunslinger ever told me to “DRAW!”, this would be the result.

Doggone

Couldn’t sleep much last night. Unwillingly awake at 4am, so naturally, I got up and drew some dogs. Yeah, I am the one in the middle, but by midday I’ll probably feel like all the outlining ones.

 

…because it’s 4am somewhere.

Happy New Year!

Now, you are probably wondering what sketches of lions, Darth Vader, and a dinosaur have in common with each other for a New Year’s post. They happen to be my final sketches for 2017, and they were all done this past weekend for my little nephews at their request – except for the dinosaur. The one year old can’t talk yet, but I’m pretty sure he wasn’t disappointed with ol’ Uncle Chad’s choice.

 

Aw – look at that mommy tasting her young.
The Force was so strong with this one, that you can see him bleeding through the lion picture.
Without looking at any reference material, I’m pretty sure this is scientifically accurate.

 

While I generally remain positive here on the ol’ blog, 2017 is a year that I’d rather forget. I’m sure you’ve all had a year or two like that. I just keep drawing and painting, and looking to the Bible for sage wisdom with life’s tough stuff.

So, here’s to the new year where hopefully the sketches get better, as well as the life experiences!

 

Merry Christmas 2017

Merry Christmas to one and all!

As you enjoy time with friends and family today, remember that in the spirit of giving, it isn’t always the gift that matters, but the thought behind it. So even if you are a snowman who is given a pair of swim trunks, remember the wisdom of I Thessalonians 5:18 which says, “In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.”

After all, today is the day we celebrate Christ’s coming into the world whose gift to us was His own self-sacrifice in dying for the sins of those who are willing to accept his gift (John 3:16).

 

Despite the musical enthusiasm of Olaf, not every snowman dreams of summer.

Wistfulness

Adulting is really hard sometimes. There can be those crucial moments in life when you wish you could have a do-over – to go back a day, a week, a month, even eleven months, and redo things with the knowledge you have now.

Sometimes you even long to go back to the simpler days of your childhood when you could just disappear for the day down by the ol’ lake with your faithful dog to sit in the shade and fish the day away without a care in the world. Aaah. Nice, isn’t it?

Then you remember, as I did, that you never lived near a lake, nor did you ever own a dog.

Oh well.

 

This wistful interlude is brought to you by genuine ink!