Forming an Identity

Students in my Drawing II class wanted to work more with facial features, so we did a round robin where we drew different features of each other.  Emma's eyes with Garrett's nose...and so forth.  The final composition had to contain 5 sets of eyes, three noses and two mouths.  Then, find a way to tie it all together.  We used colored pencil and Forming an Identity is what I came up with.

Davy Jones' Locker

Again, not a colored pencil, but I was trying to camouflage a skull within sea life using watercolor.  The sea, even though my horoscope is a fish, terrifies me.  There is so much hidden and unseen, yet it's beautiful too...and intriguing...much like a woman, I guess.

Astro-Nots

These little guys started showing up about three years ago when I got tired of teaching kids how to shade circles and decided to turn the circles into something more interesting.  They have human eye-balls and frog like feet, but I always like their playful attitudes... and they always teach me something.

Gossip

Just playing around with trying to visually represent the destruction that gossip causes.  You know the snake is going to eat those butterflies:)

Siren's Song Interrupted

I love Greek Mythology.  This piece came out of that...just playing around with doodles and what I could remember from my imagination about the sea, without using any reference photos.

The Hobgoblin of Little Minds

I like to practice shading circles...and turn them into creatures.  I also like to practice yoga and meditation, of which I find Quiet Mind usually elusive.  So this drawing came to mind.  As the Hobgoblin is quite the opposite of Zen's coveted Quiet Mind.

Offering

So this isn't colored pencil either:(  But I loved doing it.  I love collage.  I have trouble focusing on one thing.  It's my daughter's five year old hand...She's now 26.  Made from plaster years ago when her dad and I were still together.  How did it survive so many moves?  Then, the background that looks like snow?  It's from the school where I teach.  The plastic protector on the Rizo machine....left on the table when someone changed the ink roll.  So beautiful...acquired about five years ago.  And, the seashell?  From a trip to Graeland, Washington three years ago.  It all came together now.  With a verse from Rumi...cut apart...about the here and now.