Sunday, October 30, 2005

I spent this afternoon at one of my favorite places. San Diego's Balboa Park. I find a visit there to be instantly calming.

While strolling through the park, I witnessed bipolar sights. One left me entertained to no end while the other had me concerned about the fate of the earth.

There were many dogs in the park, with the numbers increased by the congregation of the San Diego Dachshund Club. A large sign posted on the corner of President's Way and Park informed me of their meeting which was helpful. Otherwise I would have been freaked out by the inordinate number of wiener dogs enveloping me. Despite their concentration, there was a very diverse collection of dogs walking with their owners.

On my way to Spanish Village, I saw a tiny dog sitting next to a woman in the grass. A person asked her what type of dog it was.

I knew that the apocalypse was approaching when I heard her response.

Miniature chihuahua.

I don't know who to blame for this tiny dog plague, but I would like it stopped. Now.

You can find out a lot about people by asking them what kind of music or movies they like. The same can be said for owners of these pathetically tiny dogs. That dog is a megaphone informing the world of your personality. Let me say this. It's not good.

I entered the zoo and was exposed to the other end of the spectrum. You're asking: What sight entertained me to no end?

I saw meercats humping.

While the humping itself was quite amusing, the best part was watching parents react. The meercats were one of the biggest kid attractions in the zoo, due largely to the success of The Lion King and its meercat character, Timon. Once the parents saw the meercats making passionate love, the parents quickly whisked their kids away despite the kids' screaming and white fingered grip on the metal railing. When one kid asked what the meercats were doing, a resourceful parent said that one meercat was giving the other a foot massage. The child, feeling very content with the explanation, informed other approaching children of this fact. All nodded in agreement.

A very different scene occurred at the conclusion of the lovemaking. There was no tenderness. No cuddling. No sense of longing. Only aloofness and silence. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Pigeon (oil on wood, 16x12").

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Cutting Board (oil on canvas board, 16 x 12").

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Ginger Sitting (pen on paper, 5 1/2 x 8").

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Some drawings from today's life drawing workshop....

Lisa Laying Down (pen on paper, 5 1/2 x 8").

Lisa Sitting (pen on paper, 5 1/2 x 8").

Lisa Kneeling (pencil, colored pencil, and Conte pastel on paper, 8 1/2 x 9").