Another political doodle...

Yes, another Saturday ends with a doodle.  You have to laugh at the candidates running for President, if not, you would cry.  Here's a little medicine for the craziness.....

The "PIT" of despair...

Ahh yes, a post about my armpit. I decided to address this topic and my concern thereof with a little journaling page:

I was thinking about lips today and how the lower lip is generally larger than the top. My mind got the best of me and I started to think of favorite quotes while I was drawing. This came out:

Then finally, an incomplete sketch that I have been working on here and there. I've been reading a lot of fantasy lately, and this always conjures up images and stirs the imagination. I don't know if I'll finish this little, mischievous fellow, so I'll post now in case he ends up in half-drawn hell (pun intended...)

A splendid Saturday

Today was one of the good days. After getting up and playing with the kids a bit, I was off to get my haircut. I've posted previously about the barber shop that I go to. There is a single barber, pulled right out of Mayberry, who comes to work in a white shirt, a tie, slacks, and he takes his own sweet time cutting hair. There are 3 chairs, 2 are never used (from his partners that have both died already) and the old men in town line up more for the conversation than the haircut. There is nothing better than sitting, sketching and listening to the conversation. I did the sketch above while listening to a handful of angry southern men ranting about the drought, politics, how to use a computer, and women not knowing how to drive. It was blissful. I kept my head down while I sketched because I had a grin that was hard to wipe off my face.

A bit later we took the kids on a drive to future camping and fishing spots, went out to dinner, and came home to relax.

A great day.

Bandaged

Last night I had an urge to sketch before going to bed. I sat up on the couch as not to keep the family up, and watched old reruns of M*A*S*H. I love that show. I started with just a face. That's often what I find myself reverting to when I don't have anything in mind but am wanting to run the pen across paper. As I began, the face seemed bland and boring, so I added the moustache. I added some wrinkles to add a little character, and still it was missing interest, so I added a few bandages and bruises. The finale was the cotton up the nose. I actually really enjoyed doing this one. My wife got mad after painting because of the blood here and there...I blamed it on the old M*A*S*H episodes.