Another Portrait Exchange

A couple of days ago a fellow contacted me and kindly suggested another portrait exchange. His name was Roy Mosby, and you can check out his stuff here.
I agreed, and sent him off a photo, and I received this in return:
He was kind enough, in his email exchange, to ask if the shadows would make it too complex...and I tucked that away in the back of my mind.

After work today in an effort to relax, I decided to get this project done and started looking at his photo. I continued to think about his comment regarding the shadows, and Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" kept coming to mind......so, I went with it.

Here's what came out (I'll probably color it later, but I'm too tired tonight.)

poopie potpourri

I haven't posted for a while, and really haven't produced anything noteworthy...but, I'm going to post some of the doodles from the past few days any way.

This was a little journaling while I was waiting for my wife to come out of her doctor's appointment.

Today I took my son to a scout activity at our little local airport. They went up in some small, two-seater planes for a while to get introduced to aeronautics. They had a blast. I decided to sketch some of the stuff that was surrounding me.

This was just an exploration sketch with color and images that I really wasn't able to articulate with a brush.

This was sketched out when I couldn't sleep last night and as I stayed up late watching old re-runs.

Then there was this...I can't say I particularly know where this came from...

Harvesting

This is a sketch that I did some time ago, and I already posted it in this blog. However, I recently wrote a story while remembering something from my childhood and thought that it would be a good visual. I posted the story on my writing blog.

Examining fear...

I've been having a hard time sleeping lately. It seems that the troubles that weigh on me during the day seep into my sleep and transform themselves into monsters. Last night I awoke screaming a bit. My wife had to calm me down, it was embarrasing and frightening all wrapped up in one.

While at lunch today, I thought I would explore some of the images in the sketchpad...once again, the pen becomes the therapist.