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...Republicans or Democrats.

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Click on the image to read it more easily. I think a lot about this issue of integrity. We're rather trained to think of it in terms of how it affects our relationships with others. But it starts with our relationship with ourselves, right?

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Two classes of 8th-grade art students at St. Ann School in Cleveland Heights listened to me blather yesterday on the sketchbook ecstasy. Note to concerned parents: "Ecstasy" was not a word I literally used. (Secondary note: the names of the boys here are hidden by the wonders of Photoshop to protect their privacy.) At the invitation of illustrator and educator Nancy Lick, I brought a big

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I don't understand people who don't like dogs. Can you explain?

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Way back in the early 2000s, when my sketchbook interests began, I pictured filling those first ring-bound watercolor books with page after perfect page of drawings done on site. What I produced, at first, was much more halting: a bad little watercolor sketch here, a decent little line drawing there. It turned out to be harder than I thought to create page after perfect age -- and not only

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As always, you can read the text more easily if you click on the image. Months back I bought a copy of "E.B. White and the Story of Charlotte's Web," and have been slowly working my way through its pages. It's a sweet, kind of standard biographical treatment of the guy who gave us the first book I remember crying over. Talent disparities aside, I feel a kinship toward people like White and

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I finally decided to bind my own sketchbook, which allowed me to choose the paper I wanted and put it in a book featuring the page size and orientation that I want. It also opens up flat, thanks to the kind of binding I sewed, so I can toggle between single-page entries and two-page spreads. Creating a title page for your sketchbook is a good way to get past the intimidation factor of that first

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The last day of 2011 finds Cleveland wearing its gray fur sky. I woke up early, fed the herd, then got around to finishing up the handmade sketch journal I started a few days ago. Faithful follower(s) will have picked up on my restlessness surrounding the choice of a sketchbook. I keep trying to be a good Moleskine girl, for all the reasons to love them. But there are enough reasons not to

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The more time I spend in the room in the first image, the less I feel like the nutcracker in the second image. Hope you have a happy Christmas.

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I think I will let this spread just speak for itself. If you have a burning desire to read more, click on the image and it will all become easier.

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Visited the market neighborhood and the botanical gardens today in Cleveland. Care to read about it? Double click on the images.

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Hello, Darlings - I've missed you. I've missed my sketchbook, too, which has been mostly a repository for boring writing and illustration thumbnails -- too ugly to post. But today I reacquainted myself with a little spontaneity. Also probably too ugly to post, but, y'know ... keeping it real. I think I might have to revisit old sketchbooks and try to remember who I was before I turned all my

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The other day I had the illusion of having a few hours of free time, so I used it to play, again, with gouache. I probably should've been preparing a paper that's due Friday, or working on my Project. But I was painting a blue owl instead.

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PLEASE CLICK ON THIS IMAGE AND ENJOY A BETTER VIEW. Been working on a number of things not yet ready for sharage, so I decided to take a cue from the television world and offer up a re-run. This here's called "Last Days of the Bourgeois Pigdogs" and I sold the original at a fund-raiser a couple years ago. Regrets. I always felt I knew my pigdogs better than anyone else could know them, and

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I promise something better soon. Truly.

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Ahh, muddy waters. It can happen to us all. Especially those of us who work on manila-colored paper and dip our brushes in dirty water and don't take care of how colors are mixing on the palette. By the way, it's not your eyes going bad here. I did in fact blur the text on this page. There were no deep dark secrets, but I had an uncharacteristic bout of sketchbook brooding, and I just

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I love gouache, but -- like onions and yoga -- gouache doesn't like me. Yet. Many artists through the ages have used this opaque watercolor to terrific effect. One of my favorites is Maira Kalman, whose quirkilicious illustrations you've seen on the cover of the New Yorker and, perhaps, in her own books. Ditto for Roz at RozWoundUp, who is super-duper at birds and dogs in gouache. Well, so

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Four of my artist colleagues gave me permission to reprint the work they made for our collaborative book with a theme of Distance. (See my last post if this is confusing.) Isn't it cool how different they all are? Yes, I think so too. ADAM SHOT THIS PHOTO ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON DURING A VERY VERY LONG WALK. HE MADE A CHEAP DIGITAL PRINT, THEN USED GEL MEDIUM TO TRANSFER THE PRINT TO COTTONY

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DIGITAL PRINT ON ETCHING PAPER WITH COLLAGE. The latest project in my handmade book class (perhaps you'll remember the first one, which I posted about here) is a collaborative effort. Each of 10 students in our class, plus the teacher, created a two-page spread inspired by the theme of "distance." Each two-page spread had to be replicated through a printing process of the individual artist's

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PLEASE CLICK IF YOU'D LIKE A BETTER LOOK. 1. Pepperidge Farm Layer Cake. 2. Candy Corn 3. Peanut Butter 4. Candy Corn 5. Brownies 6. Chef Boyardee Ravioli 7. Cookies of Any Kind. Any Kind. 8. Candy Corn What, you were looking for 10? This is an honest list, and it amounts only to 8. (Depending on how you're counting, of course ...) So what's your list, anyway? Happy Halloween, boys and girls.

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So the senior project is, as you might've gathered, a book. I did a version of it a few years ago that was not ready for prime time, and am now aiming to create a prime time version. I have written and rewritten, and gone through the lengthy and lurching start-up process, where one can get overwhelmed by the many initial decisions that must be made before taking the thing forward: What size?

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Two things about art college that are different from regular college: 1) You don't spend astronomical amounts of money on books. (Corollary: You DO spend astronomical amounts of money on art supplies.) 2) No one gets mad if you're doodling in class, and many, many people doodle -- or just outright draw in their sketchbooks -- while teachers are lecturing. Why is this OK? I haven't surveyed

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Word voodoo: It's the harm we do to ourselves and others when we're not careful with the kinds of labels we attach. For instance, if I were to call my waistline "revolting" in its out-of-shapedness, well ... word voodoo. Terrible ramifications. Decades ago, I quit smoking. I quit dating boys who weren't worthy of me. I have quit buying every piece of jewelry that makes me salivate, and I've

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Raise your hand if you've ever taken the bouillabaisse shells home to draw.

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This is the front exterior of "Hurts Like Hell: Reports from the Democratic Republic of Pain," an artist book and compilation project. Inside the book you can see that I stitched the pages in. What you can't see, but happens to be true, is that I used medical sutures to sew them. The paper lining the inside of the book is something I made on Photoshop. If you can love something like Jack's

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If I had one suggestion for the Cleveland Institute of Art, it would be to expand its expectations and attitudes regarding the so-called "non-traditional" student. Art college could be a viable second act for more mid-career folks than currently take advantage of it. On the other hand, the setup of the school -- no night classes to speak of, no weekends or summer scheduling to speak of -- make

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Click on the picture to read the text. A mere 6 days ago, we were getting a late-summer blast of heat and sunshine and the monarchs dallied a bit before their big autumn migration. Today it's cool and cloudy and feels very autumnal indeed. It'll be another year before we see big swarms of butterflies. I scanned this so you could see the chunky loveliness of the inside of the fantastic

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This is Kelsey. She's part of my Senioritis series, documenting my senior year as an illustration major at the Cleveland Institute of Art. Check back for other interviews and observations on art-studentry. My classmate Kelsey Cretcher and I were talking the other day about our mutual affection for illustration. I mentioned how tiresome I find the perennial discussion about the supposed

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I visited this Cleveland landmark back in summer (you remember summer, don't you?) and did reporting in anticipation of a Sketchbook Cleveland page. Unforeseen delays boggled things, however, but I've decided to give it some air. By the way, Carlo tested the waters at Allstate a few weeks ago and got a not-bad $4 haircut!

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In describing the keys to becoming better at drawing, especially drawing from life, one of my illustration teachers often falls back on the phrase, "You have to become more sensitive. " I love that reminder. However sensitive we think we are, we can be more so, improving what we notice so as to represent it on the page. And indeed, two of the blessings of an art-school education are that if

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This gentleman functioned as a life-drawing model during Spring semester of 2009. I saw him once at a restaurant, where he was wearing clothes. It confused my eye. I used to have vivid, difficult dreams about going back to college. The details changed, but the plot always had to do with feeling excited about the classes I could take while also feeling troubled because I couldn't figure out what

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Of all the strangeness that has surrounded me since I left my newspaper job to go to art school at the end of 2008, this time seems the strangest. Tomorrow begins my (don't laugh) senior year. That means it's also the beginning of the end of this weird, sweet interlude that I've been very lucky to enjoy. And it's the start of the earnest reworking of a project done in half-baked form a few

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In some circles, they believe that one outgrows the coloring book at around age 8. As you can see here, my college sophomore doesn't run in those circles. It's one of the reasons I love her. There's definitely something calming about all those waiting outlines and a box of crayons, isn't there? That's what she bought as a souvenir in Cape Cod ...

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Here's a little taste of a Sketchbook Cleveland edition to be published soon on Ohio Authority. A while back I dropped in at the Allstate Barber College in Ohio City. Such a cool building, and the business itself was born the same year I was. By the way, if you haven't seen my other Sketchbook Cleveland installments, go visit Ohio Authority now! You can type Sketchbook Cleveland into the

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Doing our Tour of Endless Vacation Gift Emporiums last week in Cape Cod, Carlo said to me, "Did you see Stuart Little in the case?" I had not. He led me to a curio filled with knicknacks, including a series of winsome mouse figurines, all about the size of a nickel. Cute, but nothing special, I thought -- till I zoomed in on what looked like Stuart Little in his roadster. Having just done a

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Just a few more pages from my sketch journal and its trip to Cape Cod. Click on each picture to get a more readable view.

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Last month I visited the Ann Arbor Art Fair, where I bumped into Iona of Iona Handcrafted Books. You might've seen me swooning on Facebook over my purchase of a red leather sketchbook, based largely on viewing what one of Iona's friends had done with his -- she had it on display. I finally dove into mine for our vacation to Cape Cod this year. I have several pages filled, but haven't had a

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I've been neglectful here these days, mainly because I was laboring in a summer class that included learning, among other things, Adobe Dreamweaver. You can see the result here, and let me know what you think. I was pretty vexed by the HTML/CSS thing there for a while, but then I started catching on. Now my thoughts have turned to other projects, including my attempt to cook up an idea for the

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Meet Maurice, the Italian greyhound who captured the hearts of our friends Ivan and Sarah. Like you, I have met Maurice only in a virtual sense, and still his winsome nature comes through. Ivan and Sarah adopted Maurice many months gone by now. Since then, we adopted our sweet Roscoe. Well, OK -- he's sweet and a little vicious. Or perhaps sweet to us and guard-dog-like with anyone he

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Fell into computer software this week, but my little storytelling dog says hello.

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Wouldn't it be fun to draw Ann Arbor, Michigan, when I visit my brother? It would. But I never do, because our trips are often just a day and a half, and the purpose is to spend time with family I don't see often enough. However, I always draw a little when I'm there, usually in the morning over coffee and in the evening before sleep. As you can see, I did little bits of things on the page

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A little while back I visited Huntington Park so I could do these pages here for Ohio Authority. While there, I stopped at the nature center where I watched while a bully turtle kept knocking its smaller habitat-mate onto his back. Anyway, this is the lesser turtle. I finally righted him and moved him (breaking nature center rules, I'm sure). Sometimes I think we select behaviors from the

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If you are a camel, which life is worse: tromping across the desert to carry Maria Muldauer to the oasis by midnight, or giving kids rides at the zoo? What would a fulfilling life be, for a camel? These things are puzzling.

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Click on the picture for a better look. I drew it in the middle of the night, so be kind. Here is my insight of the week, friends: When it comes to self-discipline, who we are with our dogs is who we are with ourselves. Do we struggle mightily to cut back the kibble when Fuzz is looking a bit plump, or do our best intentions fold in the presence of the treat-loving beast? Do we take time

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On our way to Columbus Saturday for Carlo's high school reunion, we stopped for lunch at the Bob Evans in Mansfield, Ohio. If you've ever driven from Cleveland to Columbus, odds are good you've stopped to refuel at this very spot. In some ways it's the most middle of middle America. Safe to say we were the only Scion in the parking lot with a flamelike decal.

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Happy Monday!

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Gotta take this week to hunker down on work. I'll return sometime next week. Meanwhile, hug your dogs, cats and humans, and enjoy these summery days.

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The zone that one gets into, when one is a sketching sort, tends to seal in memories of whatever was going on during the drawing session. For instance, during the drawing of the table and chairs and umbrella above, I found out that someone who had borrowed my camera inadvertantly erased a bunch of photos I hadn't downloaded yet. This caused a temporary cessation of drawing, in order for the

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I am helpless in the face of a new book about sketching. Never mind that there's very little that the writers of these books can say that I haven't read elsewhere or learned on my own. And still, I buy books such as Hannah Hinchman's "A Life In Hand," which is now pretty old but pretty wonderful. I also bought Cathy Johnson's new book, which is fun because there are so many other artists'

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So you look at this sketch and you say to yourself, "What did she do, stand in front of the guy's door and memorize every detail, down to the little corn pad on his foot?" No. I made up the corn pad. And actually, the text on the page here is an abbreviation of the story. The first time I saw my naked neighbor was about two weeks ago. His dog was tied up out front when Pearl and I were

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Ten things to do at a bookstore in addition to (but definitely not instead of) buying books. 1) Look at the art in new children's pictures. 2) Find classics you always meant to read. Read the first paragraph. 3) Study the demographics around the magazine section. 4) Draw people reading 5) Pick up chicks/dudes 6) Consider a new hobby. Pick out a book to help you with it. 7) Buy greeting cards

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Yes, you can have fun vacationing on Lake Erie. Check it out.

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Click on the image for a closer look.A few months ago I was introduced to writer and poet Molly Peacock, not through her poetry (which I will read) but through the wonderful biography she wrote about Mary Delany, an 18th century Englishwoman and artist. I reviewed "The Paper Garden" for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and I encourage you to read the review, which you can catch right here. Among the

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As I mentioned in a previous post, I visited the theater recently to see the touring show of the popular Broadway musical "Ne#t To N0rmal." What I didn't mention was that the company hired people to walk through the lobby and theater aisles with these big signs warning people that PHOTOGRAPHING THE SHOW WAS PROHIBITED. This just makes someone like me want to take pictures. So while I didn't shoot

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I am beginning to see how people become The Crazy Cat Lady or Those People With All the Dogs. I am starting to understand the allure of drowning oneself in animals, in no small part to avoid the complications of humanity.A Mark Twain quote about dogs: Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.

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I spent Saturday afternoon watching a touring show of the Broadway hit "Next to Normal" at Cleveland's Palace Theatre. You non-Clevelanders don't know what you're missing in not having seen the gorgeous vaudeville-era theaters that make up our city's Playhouse Square.In any case, I did an installment of Sketchbook Cleveland on our adventure, and you can see the whole thing right here! The drawing

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Some things never get old. Ice cream. Driving fast with a great loud song on the stereo. The thrill of seeing what comes out of us when someone hands us a creative problem to solve. You know that one yourself, right? You at least remember, from childhood, what it was like to make a picture or a model or to invent a private language with a friend, and to be thrilled that your brain could

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From Pages 26 and 27 of "Weird? Me Too!"Poet and artist Shel Silverstein had a way of remembering what the world looked like from a child's point of view. He remembered what seemed wonderful and scary and strange or incomprehensible. Poet and writer Sara Holbrook has that gift, too, which is one reason I love her. And why I was so happy, two years ago, when she started talking to me about the

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Last weekend I visited my childhood stomping grounds at Huntington Beach for the latest installment of Sketchbook Cleveland at the wonderful online magazine OhioAuthority. Anyway, I planned another nature hunt/sketch visit right away, and this one took me to my all-time-favorite east side park, North Chagrin Reservation. The place is one big drink of peacefulness, but in an ever-changing way. My

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Click on the image to take a closer look.On the left you see what one of my kids astutely pointed out was a coloring-book page I created for myself. Lots of little Sharpie-drawn designs made vibrant with some of my Pitt brush pens.On the right is a gouache-and-ink drawing of our new dog, Roscoe, which I made while he was nuzzled near me. He's a love. Cuddling is second only to eating on his list

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As always, click on the picture to enlarge it for a better look.Over the weekend, I decided to take Pearl to the Paws-for-a-Cause fund-raiser out at the Polo Fields in Hunting Valley. The girl doesn't get many opportunities to commune with her own kind. Then again, with her bearlike stature, she doesn't have many that truly ARE her own kind.She was all excited at first, pulling on the leash,

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Drawing and painting are good ways to shake up what you think of as beautiful. In life drawing, for instance -- otherwise known as "drawing nekkid people" -- you often find that you lose what you used to think of as an aversion to imperfections of the human form. Yes, it's cool to study a perfectly honed body, especially in men, whose musculature, in its fittest form, takes on qualities of

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Dear Kid - Are you a boy or a girl? I can't tell from here. I can't see you. But that's OK. What I know is that summer is coming, and you are a person who gets bored sometimes even when it's not summer. I want to help because I remember being a bored kid, too. Not like my cousin Meghan, who was always active and loved horses and seemed to have a million cool things going on. (That's part of why I

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Oh, go ahead. Write a one-sentence (or one paragraph) story for him.

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A few weeks ago, I was perusing things over at Roz's place, and signed up for a free online workshop she was doing with the Strathmore Artist Studio people. I love Roz's creative approaches to her visual journals, and I knew she'd have some good ideas. I ordered a couple of the Strathmore journals in different paper types. I played with each when they arrived. Then I took one to the zoo last week

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The call of the countryside probably wouldn't strike if I'd grown up in Manhattan or L.A. Geography shapes us. It made me -- alas? -- a suburbanite. But it put me close enough to horse barns and village squares to implant a yearning for them.Yesterday I headed out in the car, thinking to draw and maybe find myself an old typewriter at an antiques store. I need one for a project. Didn't find it,

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Cleveland Metroparks Zoo does a nice job of making making you feel less queasy about the whole animals-in-captivity thing. Renovations and improvements have been abundant in recent years. And the zoo just opened its African elephant exhibit, bringing a 5-elephant collection to its $25 million habitat. So of course I had to go on Mother's Day. And of course I had to draw all kinds of animals,

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At top left: The lovely Cat Lady model, whose real name I confess I do not know, strikes a pose at Wall Eye Gallery. Top right: My portrait of her from the "long pose" event. In the middle: My dear Kate, left, and the organizational guru of D&Q, Deb Steytler, trying to bring festivities under order. Note the cool art by D&Q participants in the background. Also note the name of one of the

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There at the Literary Cafe in Tremont on Friday nights, artist Tim Herron organizes a group for drinkin' and drawin'. I'd heard tell of this, but never participated till last night, when my friend Joan agreed to be the model for a three-hour festival of of alcohol and Conte crayons and such. It might be important to note that Joan was not wearing a Mardi Gras wig. After getting a pleasing

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What if animals are God's way of clearing his throat and saying, "Uh ... HELLO THERE..."?

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Perhaps you have always wanted to create an illustration with polymer clay. Perhaps you have not, but you're such an arts and crafts geek that you'll find this fascinating. In any case, I've always been a fan of artist Paula Pindroh, aka "Polymer Paula," who used to do illustrations for us occasionally when I worked at the Plain Dealer. I started to wonder what my own brains and hands would turn

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India ink on Fabriano sketchbook spread pre-stained with Dr. Martin's inks and metallic fabric paint, and pasted with paper bag.One day he woke up and saw, lying across from him on the patch of morning light, his own twin.He stared for the longest time, unsure of what he beheld. The double stared back, and after a long moment, opened his mouth as if to speak.The original, unsure if he was

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We made a quick trip to AA for Easter, which gave me two opportunities for playing in the sketchbook. The first was Sunday morning, as I was waking up and drinking my coffee and admiring objets d'art in my host's condo. The inspiration for this fishy is a carved wood object. I decided to make him colorful. On the way home, I played my game of "

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...why shouldn't a young owl be able to enjoy himself in his swim trunks, with his ice cream, at the beach?

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YA GOTTA CLICK ON THE PICTURE TO READ THIS ONE.OK, clearly I've done too much driving and homework this weekend.

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Art school has built a bit of hesitation into me. I don't post as much in terms of projects-in-process because I know that we'll get to the critique day and I'll see everything I could've done differently (i.e., better), then wish I hadn't exposed the less-wonderful version here on PIH. On the other hand, I've been a dull blogger lately, so what the heck. This is part of a project in progress in

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Click on the image to view it in a larger formatWhen I started blogging here, back in February of 2006, I was really focused on making interesting sketchbooks. I don't know that I had a handle on what that would mean. At the time, I wanted to draw better, which meant improving the elegance of what went in through my eyes and out through my pen. I believe now that I dreamed of being one of those

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So there I was, reading the morning news -- er, blogs -- when I come across my friend Don out in Colorado and his cows. Seems Don has an old friend who collects cows. So Don drew her a couple of sweet cows and scribbled us a fanciful tale, etc. etc. Well, yes, I say to myself. Give Jennifer a cow, if you will.But did you consider giving her that rarer creature, the cowmadillo?Armored and tiny,

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As we barrel toward the end of the school year, I've been revisiting and revising earlier projects. I always liked this assignment, though the version that was my "final" for class was really never final. And maybe this isn't, either, but it's a lot closer. Background: The assignment was to do a really abstract caricature of someone for a magazine like Rolling Stone. The image had to be hip, and

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Whenever I go out to the raptor center to volunteer, I drive past a large alpaca farm where lots of woolly creatures graze and hang and beg me to stop and draw them. But I never do, because it's not my farm. Last weekend I made time to hang out for a couple of hours at Lake FarmPark, a working farm where you can get up close to creatures and farm processes and begin to understand the great

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Human beings come up with lots of ingenious ways to impose order on their disorderly worlds. Poetry and fiction come to mind. Indoctrinating spiritual beliefs (i.e., organized religion) is another. School uniforms and orthodontia are still other ways that, when the universe shouts, ZINGGGG!, we say, "Oh, poo. Let's not be hasty ... ."One of my ways to infuse the illusion of order is through the

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Click on the picture to make it bigger.Sometimes I have the most fun with simple projects. This one: to capture a series of expressions on various faces and render them in black and white. The models here who get the highest number of good-sport points are Lylah, center, and Clare, lower left, because they purposely posed for me in the most expressive -- and least flattering -- ways possible.

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Here's the way creative writing and art are the same. In both, the creator is the Chinese plate-twirler, juggling multiple moving parts simultaneously. My brain is really wired to pay attention to one thing at a time. So sometimes I remind myself what to pay attention to. Do you do that? Are you a multiple-focus person?

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If you know me, you might know this story. So back in college, I had this boyfriend. He looked like Sylvester Stallone, and he was a competitive bodybuilder. Shaved his body and oiled it up and everything. And for about three months, he was the picture of dedication. If I hadn't actually been dating him, he probably would've qualified as a stalker -- that's how out-of-proportion his devotion

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Come and visit the latest installment of Sketchbook Cleveland over at ohioauthority.com

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Sometimes when we haven't been someplace for a long time, part of us can begin to believe the place doesn't really exist. For example, I grew up in Bay Village, which is a far west suburb of Cleveland. I lived there for many years, until after college. At that time I moved to points east of the Cuyahoga River, and almost never visited the old neighborhood. In the intervening time, Bay Village

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And he reads such interesting books, too. (Click the pic if you'd like to see.)

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After a long time away, I have come back to my onetime one and only love, the Moleskine Sketchbook. What took me there was, oddly enough, this lovely little device, which, when I saw it, I had to own. It was something I would've invented, had I been thinking more clearly. Yes, so I bought a Quiver pen holder, which fits the Moleskine, and then I had to buy a Moleskine, since I have been working

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I've been working hard mid-semester, and thus have nothing great to post for you from my own brain. But I was staring at an illustration I cut out from the Nordstrom catalogue and decided to hunt down the artists. Here she is. I weep with envy.

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...what if the Cowmadillo were very small and lived in the woods?

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Rhoda Morganstern would've loved this window. Remember Rhoda? Mary Richards' best friend in "The Mary Tyler Moore Show?" Mary represented the girl we wanted to be, but Rhoda, for many of us, represented the less perfect reality most of us related to. This being television, even Rhoda had a cute little apartment (not as nice as Mary's, but cute in a boho style) and a cool job designing display

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...you let your imagination run away with you? Where did it go? Did you resist? What are the barriers between you and a good flight of imagination or two? Too much work? Too much radio? Too much Facebook? Pure exhaustion? Remember when you were a kid and clouds looked like animals? Sure you do. All kids think clouds look like animals. It's one of the benefits of being a kid. Today in Cleveland,

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When a basket fits perfectly, you just want to get down in it, right? You just need to be a loaf in that basket, knowing that the admiration you are attracting is just and good.

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and yet it's kind of frightening, isn't it?I started out thinking to do something a little cute and kids-bookish, and drew this in my sketchbook. I was called to mark it up with garish colors, which, in combination with the proportions of the blue cat -- which said proportions make me think of the creepy disproportions of humans as they're drawn in Early American primitive art -- contribute to

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Image above, and video link below, all by Alisa Burke.One of my recent happy discoveries is the blog of Alisa Burke. You can check out her astounding creativity by clicking her link on my blog roll. But in the meantime, check out this cool video she made about her artistic inspiration.

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