So. Between scheduled events, basically, I draw.

begining now this blog is about My (more or less) daily drawings in my Fabriano Artist’s Journal

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Every sketch book I start with a dedication of some sort to my wife, Deirdre.

the rest of this post is arrows. In a gallery at the U of T, years and years ago, I saw an exhibition of architectural drawings from the twenties. The subject was the birth of “suburbia”,. which was enabled by mass public transit and the automobile. The thing that struck me at the time was the nonchalant care and precision with which dimentions arrows were drawn. Mine are never more than a rough approximation of the effortless, quick precision of those arrows.

Below is yet another interpretation of the arrow as “crowfoot”. As a representation of a bird’s foot prints it means the opposite of what a standard arrow, which is an interesting twist to the concept. the standard arrow, no matter how abstractly represents, well… An arrow. A lethal projectile weapon. the crows foot is in every way, the opposite of that.

Drawing #2 from book 6. Drawn February 13, the night before Gareth’s birthday at the Ald Spot, Danforth, across the street from the Big carrot.

Came across an envelope of templates for some of my sign work years ago.

The Finished drawings. Pencil on paper.

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The beginnings of one of a series of “house portraits”

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I am about half way through book five of my Fabriano Artist’s Journals. Every day, I try to make at least one drawing in these books. Some days I’ll do as many as 8 or 10. Others none, and still others I will go back and complete a drawing begun earlier. Several doctrines apply to how these drawings are produced. Since the practice began as something to do while I waited for my wife, who had to work a lot of overtime at the time, I just
draw what ever is in front of me. Essentially, this boils down to a lot of “what ever was in front of me at the time”.