Cupidstein (Graphite)---Daily Sketch

No real conscious reason to why I created this sketch.  I just picked up a stick of graphite and started drawing the eyes and Cupidstein was born (conjunction of "Cupid" and "Frankenstein").

The Honey and I (Ink, Pastel, Watercolor)

Went through a brief phase in 2010 drawing friends.  The pile of those drawings are still in my room and I don't know what to do with them.  The one I drew of my boyfriend is my favorite, not simply because it's of my boyfriend, but because his portrait was one of the last I did thus, showing my much improved skill.

Self Portraits

Digital

Black Pen

Black Pen

The Egyptian Man (Chalk Pastel)

In the height of violence in Egypt, when there were accusations flying around the news sources about Mubarak paying off people to start fights in the crowds and people began disappearing, I came across a photograph from The New York Times of a policeman grabbing a protester by the neck of his sweater.  Shortly after, about 3 hours later, I created this.  

Tattoo Sketches

"A lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon."

I did these 2 sketches for a friend of mine and only did them because she wanted me to translate the words of Allen Ginsberg, from a passage in HOWL, into a tattoo design.  Thought it would be a fun challenge, so I gave it a shot.  Whether or not she uses the designs,  I am happy to have these 2 additions in my sketchbook.

Chalk Pastels

These pictures I produced after seeing the Pablo Picasso exhibit in Seattle.  I was inspired by how Picasso took risks and experimented a lot with his style which then prompted me to.  All of these portraits are of me.

Watercolors

New York/Paris/D.C.

James' Nightmare

Liam's Women

Self Portrait

Parisienne (Black Marker)

I did these 2 quick doodles while stuck on a set of a movie in Paris.  I was taking naps on and off throughout the heat of the afternoon in Elie Semoun's dressing room and only woke up when he, his friend from the South of France, and his makeup artist, Yves, came to spend time with me while I was waiting for my boyfriend.  The boyfriend never came until the next morning.  I guess these 2 sketches some what reflects how fed up I was about Parisians.