PASTEL IN PROGRESS

will be from a scene I photographed from the train to Ancona, a busy industrial seaport town on the eastern coast of Italy. For several miles the train hugs the coast line offering great views of the beaches and small fishing shacks which dot the beaches on the approach to the city.



Here are 2 more ER sketchts:

DAYS OF THE WEEK

I've spent the past few days editing and scanning drawings from my emergency room journals (1981 through 1985) in preparation for a small book I plan to create. They were an intense 4 years for a number of reasons, a major one being the absence of any fixed schedule at work. I worked full time for 3 months alternating with 3 months off. When I worked I covered vacation time for the full time staff and thus had no fixed routine, working 3 different shifts haphazardly. My state of mind was reflected in the sketches and nonsense that soon filled the journals, especially the images in my depiction of the days of the week.

FROM THE ER JOURNALS

the Bowtie

I thought I would stick to the ER for at least one more post. Although my art is entirely non-figurative, I have been drawn to faces and figures (no pun intended) when engrossed in the sketchbook, where most of the entries are not as frivolous as the "DOTS".
These sketches were done quickly, with the intent of capturing the mood of the subject, or the surroundings.


Where am I?

Officer Bill

Writing in the chart

DOTS...DOTS...AND MORE DOTS

Don't even think of asking why! As big John said, sometimes "a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do". In my case, it was being consumed by dots during the wee hours of the morning on the midnight shifts in the ER. That was a long time ago, and I can no longer remember how it began. What I do remember was the delight I experienced every time I came up with a new "application" for the dot.