Mental Sketches

Vista from a cold ass railing. #watercolor #sketchbook #journal (at Tumalo Falls)

View from the hatchback. #snopark

I'll follow you. #sketch #journal #bikeride

I dreamt about a right-wing christian seahag zombie possessed by the devil. Covered with barnacles, scabies and seaweed she lumbered up the ladder, one cowboy boot at a time, uttering blasphemies and conservative truthiness in a harpy/hillbilly tone. I struggled with my belt buckle which for some reason, was reversed out against my pants and unable to unbuckle! Why I needed my pants off remains a mystery as the 0600 alarm went off.

Today's beach scene. #dogsandkids (at Port San Luis, California)

Between the ears Lies the grey matter Soft and clam like It filters the world Of matter To sustenance Cosmic currents Bring what is needed Open the shell A bit more And feast On life! Shuck it.

I had a dream… A flooded street from an El Nino storm brought a wandering shark onto our street. With it came fear, confusion, excitement, media, community and ultimately accomplishment to the neighborhood. Everyone rallied to bring it back to the ocean amongst the emergency situation already at hand. I learned so much from the shark that I had to hug it. #journal

There was a fog of sexual dreams Paired up with tv and laptop dancing Couples coupled in the corners Sex educators gave recommendations And the bishop stood against the wall With a joint on the floor; smoking...

I got the courage to put watercolor on my sketches. It's a medium I need to get reacquainted with. I have the best success when the paper is moist and the color is kept light and pure. The fear of overwork and muddiness must be conquered. Wish me luck.

Who can guess this bar? Clue: 805 area code.

First sketch of the year 2015. #sketchbook #prayerflag

I did a bike campout with some friends over the weekend. A quick sketch can capture the relaxed mood that such things do to one's soul. I hope it shows.

Missing Lake Tahoe...

One from the past.

The UFO clouds settled into the sky above my IPA and hovered there long enough for me to capture this moment and finish my pint.

We went to Sandollar Beach in Big Sur for fathers day. Sketching from the towel I was laying on, this is what transpired.

Park Ridge Trail, Morro Bay State Park