Courage, Ghosts, and Authenticity

Seventeen years ago, I went to a design conference in Chicago. There were a lot of speakers there. Like many speakers at these kinds of things, they were mainly there to pitch their books where they repeat other people’s ideas. All of them the same. They had more in common with motivational speakers than designers and artists. Phonies.

One lecturer wasn’t selling anything. Marshall Arisman told meaningful, sometimes hilarious, anecdotes about the world of professional art & design as well as how to be aware of, and avoid the leeches that attach themselves to it.

There was a moment where he started talking about the fictional character Mike Hammer, but he couldn’t quite place the name of the author who wrote the Hammer books. He looked out at the audience for help and I said “Mickey Spillane”. He looked weirdly at me, cracked a smile and said something like “You’re an awfully young guy to know who that is”.

Later I spotted him at the bar. I asked if I could sit on the stool next to him. He recognized me as the guy who answered his Mike Hammer question.

We talked about the gritty American detective archetype, Pablo Picasso, Sioux mythology, national animal avatars, and courage. He wanted me to have the courage to constantly challenge myself artistically and to make things that mean something. By that he meant that making things (art, illustration, music, writing, etc) that are important to you and maybe the world, takes real courage. The courage to recognize the best and worst parts of yourself, the people around you and the world. Then laying those things bare for the world to see. It means going into that dark night, finding something meaningful in it, then fighting like hell to bring it into the light. Art isn’t something that should always be easily digestible. If you ever looked at his work, you would see what he meant.

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Little did I realize that, as we drank cocktails and smoked American Spirit cigarettes, I was absorbing a conversation that would turn my creative process on its head.

I remember so much of our conversation so well. But over the years, I have forgotten to apply it. Now, after reading about his passing away, I am left to rethink about what he said to me.

When my friend and illustration-collaborator, Tim Keller passed, I stopped drawing much. I stopped being brave, though I knew that is not what he would have wanted. But I would do a little something occasionally. Then, as I started post-op chemotherapy in December, my hands started to develop a tremor. So, with a heavy heart, I quit drawing entirely. Between those two things, I haven’t had much of a chance to post anything here either. 

An artist friend called me recently and challenged me to keep drawing. We joked that I could call it “my shakey period”. She challenged me to have courage. Not that I had much time between sleeping and work, but I did start doodling again – nothing serious. Now that I am able to see the end of my chemotherapy, I am starting to be more hopeful that I can devote more time to illustration on a regular basis.

Marshall’s passing away has been a very poignant reminder that it will not be enough to just start illustrating again. Tim Keller would agree. So these ghosts are pushing me to pick up my pencils, pens and brushes again. But I also hear them saying that if I want any of it to mean anything, I will have to be brave about it too. And I guess I knew that, even without them on my mind.

“All The best.” - Marshall Arisman

I looked through my old sketchbooks/journals to find his autograph. In an ironic twist, that was around the same time that my father went through a great cancer trial himself. It was surreal to look through the notes to myself from that time. One note was about how my father seemed to face cancer with courage. And it took time for him to get through the toughest parts, but eventually he found what I called “providence”. I pray my post-chemo results are as favorable.

Here is to courage, ghosts, providence and being an authentic, encouraging (even if it meant being challenging) person like Marshall Arisman (October 14, 1938 - April 22, 2022).

Untitled and Undecided

After I finished up the last piece, Dread Persephone, I thought that I was done drawing real life pieces for a while so I could concentrate more on abstract and comic book looks. But then I saw this piece I started a long time ago. I thought I might as well finish this up and write-off my idea to do more athletic/fitness art as well.

Now that I have this piece finished, I’m back to being undecided. I have an idea for a comic book/graphic novel thing that I really need to get moving on. And that will involve a lot of writing, editing and concept sketching. That’s why I wanted to concentrate more on a comic style again. But something about this piece makes me wonder if that is the right decision. I’m happy with how it turned out and it reminded me of how much I enjoy illustrating sports/athletics subjects.

This piece started out as watercolor, then I moved it into a digital piece to do that line work, background and color tweaking. I used an image of crossfitter Brooke Ence for the model. Sort of related: I noticed that, while she was in the original Justice League movie in the background for just a moment, her character had a pretty good hero moment added into the Snyder Cut of the Justice League movie. Of course she played a warrior on Wonder Woman’s home island.

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Persephone is the Goddess of Spring. Looks like she is coming.

Like anyone after a winter, I’m really looking forward to doing all outdoors things like walks, bike rides, grilling, etc. This year however, I am a little trepidatious about what else is coming with the Spring. As people start to move into a post-Covid lockdown world, that means saying goodbye to a lot of what I loved about the last year. Working from home, quite, no commute and more gym time.

In all the solitude of the last year I both re-recognized a potentially glaring character flaw, and decided not to beat myself up about it. With the exception of family and friends…. I love being alone. I learned this years ago after spending hours and hours alone on a bike, riding the trails of southern Minnesota. But after moving to Sioux Falls I had to network for the career. I was a board member of this and then of that. Lots of meeting for drinks and luches… blah blah blah. While I met a lot of wonderful people, and found some of the best opportunities of my life, I desperately missed solitude.

After a year of being around far fewer people, my faith in the Lord is stronger (because who else could I talk to), my blood pressure is down, I actually have a deeper appreciation for friends, family, the richness they give life, and my general disposition is just better. I’m sure that if I didn’t have a wife that is genuinely so much fun to be around, I may have a different opinion. Because even after the best days alone, I always look forward to when she gets home from work. But all-in-all, I’m really warming to the thought of embracing the fact that I am at my best when I am not always around people.

The image is drawn from using a stock photo by magikstock as reference.

Watercolor on Moleskine stock. Digital painting touchups. This may be the last time I use watercolor on this substrate though. When I started doing that, I loved the unique look of how the color would react with all the layers of clearkote used to keep the paper relatively safe from warpage. But it is so labor and time intensive to apply and reapply both color and clearkote just to get to the point where an image really starts to be discernable, let alone finished. So I think I am probably done with that process for a long time.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the fresh air, budding plants, and sunlight as much as I will.

Pencils, Pens and Football

It was a lot of fun doing this one for a repeat customer. And like the previous picture of the baseball player, this will be a Christmas present for their other son.

Just like last time, the quality of the image was great. That always makes things so much easier when working on something where the likeness and detail is important.

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Characters From the Ether

There is nothing wild going on with this drawing. I just saw a reference photo by Ita-Its-art and the character just kind of introduced herself. She seems like some sort of authoritarian character out of a near-future, dystopian state. But her motives are pure. She is an Inspector or Detective for some sort of police force. Perhaps her investigation will start with a dead body, but it will end with the uncovering of a far-reaching conspiracy. Or I watch and read too much detective fiction. Either way, I drew Inspector 1331.

This started as a pencil and ink drawing in a large Moleskine sketchbook. But I ended up coating the hell out of it with a clear coat spray and started adding watercolor layers. Finished up in Photoshop.

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In truth, I really just wanted to draw something in a loose, ragged style that served as a sort of ode to one of my favorite shots in one of my favorite movies. The scene of John Wayne incapable of entering into that house after spending too much time away from the civilized world is perfect not just for that movie, but also the genre.

In a sort of tongue-in-cheek way, it makes me wonder if I will be able to function in an office surrounded by regular people again after enjoying almost three months of being able to work from home. I’ll have to wear pants on a regular basis again…. kind of a bummer.

Solitude/Gratitude

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Covid-19 has brought on a lot of solitude for some people. Many of them have a problem with that, which is pretty understandable. I love solitude. It’s liberating and makes time for productivity, study and introspection. But solitude is like anything in that too much of it can get pretty damaging. When people spend too much time alone, I think they start to lose touch with others who don’t always share the same life experiences, lifestyles or backgrounds. In short, people who spend too much time alone lose their connection to people as a whole.

Psychology is proving what I think most people already know on some level. Gratitude is healthy in times of good and bad. So, while I love solitude, I also recognize the benefits of contact with the one person who is always there to break that solitude. In this era of economic and political uncertainty, I am particularly grateful for my wife.

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A New Western Hero

Traditional + digital media. Pencil, pen and copic marker before digital coloring.

Traditional + digital media. Pencil, pen and copic marker before digital coloring.

I grew up watching and reading Westerns with my father. So when we talked about those stories with friends and family, a lot of the same characters kept popping up. They are America’s mythology with John Wayne being a sort of King Arthur at the head of the round table. The characters of Louis L’amour and Zane Grey sometimes came up. Mostly the Western heroes of cinema loomed over our sense of story and downright coolness. And we didn’t split hairs over where the Western was made. We all watched a lot “Spaghetti Westerns” and never once cared that some movies had righteous heroes and some had dubious anti-heroes. Anytime we would be together looking at the engine of the vehicle someone bought, working on someone’s house, or cleaning birds after a little hunting, conversation always involved some of the same movies. No one was surprised when the names of ‘The Duke’, Clint Eastwood, Lee Marvin, Lee Van Cleef, Katherine Ross, Henry Fonda, Steve McQueen, Raquel Welch, Gary Cooper, Ben Johnson, Yul Brynner, James Coburn, Alan Ladd, or George Kennedy came up. We all chuckled anytime someone would whistle or “wah ooh wah ooh wah” the iconic sounds of A Fistful of Dollars, For a Few Dollars More, or The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

Since then, I’ve come to appreciate a lot of westerns made after that era as well. Tombstone, Lonesome Dove, Unforgiven, The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, Hi-Lo Country, All the Pretty Horses, Deadwood, et. al. Hell, I liked both iterations of The Magnificent Seven so much that it made me watch The Seven Samurai, which was a gateway drug to the works of Akira Kurosawa, and his contemporaries.

Traditional + digital media. Pencil, pen and copic marker before digital coloring.

Traditional + digital media. Pencil, pen and copic marker before digital coloring.

I’ve also broadened my definition of a Western. Meaning that, it may not be set in “the old west” of America. The first time I watched The Crow, I remember thinking… “I can’t put my finger on it, but this sure feels like a Western”. The second part of Kill Bill made a lot of creative decisions to make it feel like a Western. No Country for Old Men and Hell or High Water are perhaps two of the best examples I can think of when it comes to “not really westerns… but totally damn good westerns” movies.

I am an American male born the same year that the first Star Wars movie was released. So it is a safe assumption that I am a fan of the franchise. I mean, I’m 42 and here I am at Disney World posing with a guy just because he is really tall and wearing a Chewbacca costume.

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I know that Westerns have always been in the DNA of Star Wars. But when I saw how the new Disney+ series The Mandalorian not only embraced that heritage, but celebrated it, I took notice. The protagonist uses few words but is quick and true with is weapons. He also has a code that he lives by. He is in so many ways, the quintessential Western hero. I know it’s super popular now for artists to draw the Mandalorian and “The Child”. But I really wanted to make this little piece as a synthesis of of my admiration for the archetypes I grew up with in story and in real life (looking at you, sons of Lloyd & Dory Scoblic and Derald & Margaret Hay), as well as those great archetypes being practically changeless in modern storytelling.

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Pencils, Pens and Baseball

I’ve been waiting for a while to post this one, but the client and I didn’t want to run the risk of spoiling someone’s Christmas gift.

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While I am hoping to get more representational in style and use other media for future client projects, it always feels pretty good to go with pencil and ink.

The client supplied a great photo to use for reference. Having grown up playing baseball I especially appreciated the client’s son wanting to be photographed with some of his catcher’s gear on while still looking like he could go to bat.

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It isn’t exactly the fitness niche I am hoping to get into, but I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to relive my playing days. Plus, the client was a long-time friend who wanted to give his son a Christmas present that he will hopefully appreciate for a long time to come.