Way cool to see your stuff out on the big street, and folks stopping to look at it. Even if it's only make-believe. Some photofunia.com.
Check it out.
There must be over a hundred different things you can do with your own pictures or sketches.
Fun stuff.
...dave
You can pretend to be serious; but you can't pretend to be witty. - Sacha Guitry
Showing posts with label public sketching. Show all posts
Showing posts with label public sketching. Show all posts
Saturday, September 04, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Hudson Grill
After sketching in Alpharetta we found this nearby sports grill. It was a typical sports grill with sensory overload. There were 12 flatscreens showing various sports channels. We ignored them and sketched the tables.
It was a good thing we were early. There were lots of folks at the bar whooping it up, but it was still too early for the dinner crowd. So we had the dining room virtually to ourselves. Finally a quiet place to eat a meal and sketch.
I'm really not "into sports." Don't have a clue who's playing or where. I really wish I did have a clue so I could talk intelligently to all the sports heads at work. When they come into the office and go off with: "Go Dawgs!"
I stare blankly.
...dave
If you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize! - Muhammad Ali
It was a good thing we were early. There were lots of folks at the bar whooping it up, but it was still too early for the dinner crowd. So we had the dining room virtually to ourselves. Finally a quiet place to eat a meal and sketch.
I'm really not "into sports." Don't have a clue who's playing or where. I really wish I did have a clue so I could talk intelligently to all the sports heads at work. When they come into the office and go off with: "Go Dawgs!"
I stare blankly.
...dave
If you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize! - Muhammad Ali
Wednesday, June 09, 2010
Old Town Alpharetta
Last Monday we took a walk around the old town Alpharetta. We had a great time. I found this interesting building and decided to sketch it.
I have a little three legged stool that is as light as a feather. I sat it off to the side of the walkway. I wedge my metal ruler into the sketchbook and have glued magnets on the bottom of my watercolors. I just suspend them using the strong magnets off to the side of my sketchbook. I look like I know what I'm doing but it's a sham.
People came by, some stop and look. Others look over their shoulder as they pass. And some fathers with their children stopped to watch.
"See, he's drawing that building."
I was pleased that he could tell what I was drawing. I had doubts myself. But after hearing him tell his daughter, I gained a little more confidence.
Another little girl and her father came by. She was leading a small scruffy dog. I actually wanted to stop what I was sketching and draw him. He was a great subject. I told her she could sketch her dog.
But she looked at me like I was some crazy man.
I went back to my sketching.
...dave
I take my children everywhere, but they always find their way back home. - Robert Orben quotes
I have a little three legged stool that is as light as a feather. I sat it off to the side of the walkway. I wedge my metal ruler into the sketchbook and have glued magnets on the bottom of my watercolors. I just suspend them using the strong magnets off to the side of my sketchbook. I look like I know what I'm doing but it's a sham.
People came by, some stop and look. Others look over their shoulder as they pass. And some fathers with their children stopped to watch.
"See, he's drawing that building."
I was pleased that he could tell what I was drawing. I had doubts myself. But after hearing him tell his daughter, I gained a little more confidence.
Another little girl and her father came by. She was leading a small scruffy dog. I actually wanted to stop what I was sketching and draw him. He was a great subject. I told her she could sketch her dog.
But she looked at me like I was some crazy man.
I went back to my sketching.
...dave
I take my children everywhere, but they always find their way back home. - Robert Orben quotes
Monday, May 31, 2010
The Flying Biscuit
Why do people talk so loudly at their tables? Do they really think everyone is interested in their conversations?
I must be getting old because I simply can't find a quiet restaurant anymore.
When the waiter first sat us inside, the forced water through the capuchino machine sounded like it was in my ear. Ruth had to scream at me to ask if we could sit outside.
But the five women at the outside table next to us complained endlessly about their relationships. Funny thing was, as each one groaned on, no one was listening. They talked over each other. No one responded in a thoughtful way. In fact, after an especially long winded complaint, the others jumped in simultaneously: "Men are like that."
We are? All of us? Really? Me too?
At one point in the meal three fire trucks punctured their conversation and deflated their lungs. There was a very brief pause. But soon after they were back at it again.
I looked over at Ruth and asked how she was doing. She screamed: "Can't hear myself think!" She wasn't saying much because she was afraid of losing her voice.
I believe that there is a market for quiet restaurants. I know there is money in it. I would pay more. Even though we used a 50% off coupon I don't think it was worth it.
I think the place is called "The Flying Biscuit" because I'm allowed to hurl them at other customers.
...dave
Quiet restaurants are an endangered species. - dave terry
I must be getting old because I simply can't find a quiet restaurant anymore.
When the waiter first sat us inside, the forced water through the capuchino machine sounded like it was in my ear. Ruth had to scream at me to ask if we could sit outside.
But the five women at the outside table next to us complained endlessly about their relationships. Funny thing was, as each one groaned on, no one was listening. They talked over each other. No one responded in a thoughtful way. In fact, after an especially long winded complaint, the others jumped in simultaneously: "Men are like that."
We are? All of us? Really? Me too?
At one point in the meal three fire trucks punctured their conversation and deflated their lungs. There was a very brief pause. But soon after they were back at it again.
I looked over at Ruth and asked how she was doing. She screamed: "Can't hear myself think!" She wasn't saying much because she was afraid of losing her voice.
I believe that there is a market for quiet restaurants. I know there is money in it. I would pay more. Even though we used a 50% off coupon I don't think it was worth it.
I think the place is called "The Flying Biscuit" because I'm allowed to hurl them at other customers.
...dave
Quiet restaurants are an endangered species. - dave terry
Thursday, February 11, 2010
a waiting game
I expect to wait for the doctor when I visit. It really doesn't matter just how sick I am, he makes me wait. I've outsmarted him this time. I brought my sketch journal. And as I sat waiting in the waiting room (it is called a waiting room after all) I sketched one of the chairs that held . . . no one.
Wait a minute, no one? If I'm the only one in this waiting room, why am I waiting? This is bizarre.
There are 25 chairs in this room and all of them are empty. What could the doctor be doing anyway? I imagine him at a desk at the back of the hall, reading the New York Times or a good who-done-it book. He simply can't put the book down until he reaches the end of the chapter. Besides, who would know? The door is closed and the nurses are busy with all the paperwork from the last person.
The patient can, well, just be patient. The doctor has a lot of things to do.
After an hour of waiting I was finally admitted, but not to see the doctor. I had to see his nurse. She was a 250 lb woman whose green garb was so tight I heard the stitches screaming under great strain. When she sat down on the little stool in front of me, I expected the sides of her pants to blow out and see her deflate in a pile in front of me. I thought: No one could be this overweight and be working as a nurse in a health care facility. This must be some sort of a joke. Is this woman for real? Am I on camera?
She was big, did I mention? She set her green open box of torture implements next to me on the examination table. That was a sign. This box was one of those plastic totes that my wife puts cleaning supplies in. Is she going to poison me for interrupting the doctor's reading?
Her stethoscope and blood pressure cuff were knotted in a heap in the box. She was sort of careless with it all. She drug the cuff out over the edge of the plastic tote and up to my arm. (She was using a limited range of motion.) Next she attached the torture implement and pumped my arm until it went numb. I cried "uncle" and she quit.
Then she fetched the swab for the culture. I was fearing the worse because she obviously wasn't schooled in the nuances of bedside manner. I've had this procedure before, and although uncomfortable, it wasn't painful. She stuck the long sticks (there were two) into my mouth and asked me to open wide. Then she jabbed them back into my sore throat with such a force that I gagged and teared. I wasn't coughing when I came in but was coughing when she left the room. I came here to get better, not worse.
Alas the culture was negative but the doctor gave me antibiotics anyway and I went home.
Next time I'll stay home and just drink hot toddies instead.
...dave
My doctor is wonderful. Once, when I couldn’t afford an operation, he touched up the X-rays. - Joey Bishop
Wait a minute, no one? If I'm the only one in this waiting room, why am I waiting? This is bizarre.
There are 25 chairs in this room and all of them are empty. What could the doctor be doing anyway? I imagine him at a desk at the back of the hall, reading the New York Times or a good who-done-it book. He simply can't put the book down until he reaches the end of the chapter. Besides, who would know? The door is closed and the nurses are busy with all the paperwork from the last person.
The patient can, well, just be patient. The doctor has a lot of things to do.
After an hour of waiting I was finally admitted, but not to see the doctor. I had to see his nurse. She was a 250 lb woman whose green garb was so tight I heard the stitches screaming under great strain. When she sat down on the little stool in front of me, I expected the sides of her pants to blow out and see her deflate in a pile in front of me. I thought: No one could be this overweight and be working as a nurse in a health care facility. This must be some sort of a joke. Is this woman for real? Am I on camera?
She was big, did I mention? She set her green open box of torture implements next to me on the examination table. That was a sign. This box was one of those plastic totes that my wife puts cleaning supplies in. Is she going to poison me for interrupting the doctor's reading?
Her stethoscope and blood pressure cuff were knotted in a heap in the box. She was sort of careless with it all. She drug the cuff out over the edge of the plastic tote and up to my arm. (She was using a limited range of motion.) Next she attached the torture implement and pumped my arm until it went numb. I cried "uncle" and she quit.
Then she fetched the swab for the culture. I was fearing the worse because she obviously wasn't schooled in the nuances of bedside manner. I've had this procedure before, and although uncomfortable, it wasn't painful. She stuck the long sticks (there were two) into my mouth and asked me to open wide. Then she jabbed them back into my sore throat with such a force that I gagged and teared. I wasn't coughing when I came in but was coughing when she left the room. I came here to get better, not worse.
Alas the culture was negative but the doctor gave me antibiotics anyway and I went home.
Next time I'll stay home and just drink hot toddies instead.
...dave
My doctor is wonderful. Once, when I couldn’t afford an operation, he touched up the X-rays. - Joey Bishop
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Drawing in public
Often at lunch I'll find a shady tree near a park and sit in the car and draw.
There's a park near work that is quiet and peaceful. Gentle breezes blow through the pine trees. The leaves tumble across the lawn. Sometimes I'll see folks walking their dogs. Occasionally I'll buy a burger and drive over to the parks and enjoy the peace. But I feel a little self-conscious.
I feel self-conscious because...I often wonder what the neighbors think. I would be alarmed if someone pulled up across from my house just to stare up at my telephone pole. Who is this guy? They must think me mad.
Sometimes I drive the family van to work, and then to the park, which is even worse. A lone guy in a van? This can give people the creeps.
I'm preparing my defense should they call the cops.
"But Officer, I was just sketching their telephone pole."
Somehow that doesn't sound normal.
...dave
Half of the people in the world are below average.
There's a park near work that is quiet and peaceful. Gentle breezes blow through the pine trees. The leaves tumble across the lawn. Sometimes I'll see folks walking their dogs. Occasionally I'll buy a burger and drive over to the parks and enjoy the peace. But I feel a little self-conscious.
I feel self-conscious because...I often wonder what the neighbors think. I would be alarmed if someone pulled up across from my house just to stare up at my telephone pole. Who is this guy? They must think me mad.
Sometimes I drive the family van to work, and then to the park, which is even worse. A lone guy in a van? This can give people the creeps.
I'm preparing my defense should they call the cops.
"But Officer, I was just sketching their telephone pole."
Somehow that doesn't sound normal.
...dave
Half of the people in the world are below average.
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