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| self-portrait: "reincarnated as sporran" |
Some harpies (why not?) |
Eco-Disco poster #1 |
Eco-Disco poster #2 |
brush-inkin' porttrait practice (from photo refs) |
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| life-drawin'/ rapidograph sketchin'; an unsuspecting folksinger |
Best of lecture "notes" from Cornell, Part I |
Part II |
Part III |
Slouchy pen-&-ink guy. (he puts the "cross" in "crosshatching!" Ha!) |
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| Now-elderly musician, in blindingly exuberant Tria-Vision! |
Finding Nemopteridae, HA HA HA (sometimes entomologists have a very low humor threshold) |
refreshingly dykesome gal, pt. I |
refreshingly dykesome, pt. II |
What kind of evolution class starts with these guys? Criminy, get to Hennig already. |
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| From Willy Faulkner's "Light in August". ...perhaps a bit *too* evil. |
OMG angstness and craptacular coloring! Don't drink and drive, and don't combine watercolors and Trias. |
the only redeeming thing going on here is inking. As usual. |
AUGH CROSSHATCHING (inks without pencils; original is about 2x3 inches) |
Notes get a lot more interesting when you draw on them in *two * colors. Apart from that, I really don't know. |
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| From a seminar at Cornell, last spring. This feller was a visiting speaker from SF, talking about food webs. Quotes are his. |
cute little something or other from an old sketchbook, inked thee years later. |
Some o' the international students here have an interesting (but adorable) fashion sense. |
detailed notes from evolutionary bio, now with extra beetles (and Beatles!) |
Crosshatchery and the young Bob Dylan, together again for the first time. |
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| Exceptionally cartoony little BobDylanish feller; I am truly pleased with his pants. The shading, I mean. You know. *cough* |
Land sakes, it's Bob again. Harmonica hands, everybody! |
Ah, Bob Dylan! When will you be mine? (this is either very cute or very, very creepy) |
First whack at shading in blue. She is mighty mighty tough, clearly. |
Brush-inkin' practice yet again (it sounds better than "pointless doodling")... Man and a Strawberry and (swear ta god) no Freudian imagery, I'm pretty sure. |
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Oh Janis Joplin, why are you so sad? (photo ref; drawn with gigantimous brush) |