a quickie

brought to you by the beautiful fell st.

the san fran winter

gets a new canvas coat (with wool accents)

batch

Can't sit still.

Woke up at 7:15

Nothing is open. Took a stroll down to the library to drop off some books.

There was a truck serving coffee to homeless people at City Hall. A toothless

man grinned and asked me how many books I read a week. A gal in overalls

holding a beer and a cigarette asked me for money. Real convincing. At least

she wasn't nodding off.

Anyway, reflective jerseys on the way.

scenes from the new freight and salvage

some scenes from last night's open mic.

tres entertaining.

if you are heading to any of the upcoming open mic events, stay until the end

and you get a comp ticket to any of the next month's shows.

I landed a ticket to Tin Hat, formerly Tin Hat Trio, a band whose CD I bought

at a giant NYC tag sale in Central Park in high school because I liked the name.

Anyway, turns out they are from the Bay. Seductive Chamber Folk is how it

was advertised.

and the wrap up:

new project

After living comfortably in a cardboard box packed generously with

styrofoam in a garage in Oakland since November of 2003, this baby

lock serger has sprung loose, into my room! It makes some

unconvincing clicks when it sews, but with a little grease should be

exactly what I need to start sewing "store quality" stuff. very cool.

Thank you mom and Gillian!

I spent a good while decoding this threading diagram:

with this result:

Full speed ahead!

jerseys for GIRLS

the most comfortable dress i've ever worn, ever.

happy friday!

I got an early start (again) today. So did my roommate, whose avatar

is shooting all sorts of weapons at full volume in the next room.

down on the street

Boring lighting can sometimes make for boring drawings.

Boring subjects with boring lighting can be very difficult to

beautify indeed. Finally, attempting to draw a boring subject

with boring lighting while sitting on cold concrete with your

back against a cold metal pole while your fingers go numb and

you lose all circulation in your legs is the most difficult of all,

and here is the result.

new crop

In the delirium of last night (I fell asleep at 9 pm) I somehow managed

to whip up some jersey fronts. I'm psyched to start selling these, just

have to wait a little longer...

Feedback appreciated, as always.

some oldies

I went to the food stamps office this morning and had a lovely hour of

line-waiting and people-scribbling. Really. It's amazing how many

people were there/are there every day.

Anyway, not to be a downer, it was great to draw, been a while since I

had such a reliably oblivious group of subjects.

and a couple of old ones:

I went out to draw over coffee today, as it was extremely sunny

out and it's been a few days. But I sat down by all these folks

eating lunch, and for some reason it felt really awkward to get

them on paper. Might have been the fact that my pens are all

dead. Since a few drawings ago I've been killing pens much

faster than usual. Not good. Time to start buying them in bulk.

So I decided that I needed a dress with roosters on it, and there

went my day.

When I did go out of the house I saw a guy in GG park throwing

a frisbee to himself and biking to catch it. Pretty great.

I also just finished up this design job for the Mydols, a rock band

from Detroit:

haight st

I haven't drawn a scene in a while. I realized that before drawing this one,

I thought to myself, "I don't know how to draw that." Then I sat down to

draw, started in the lower left corner with buena vista park and the

crosswalks, and just worked my way up. It was refreshing, I had no idea

what the composition was going to be, or how to proportion what I was

drawing.

Lesson learned, I have to start wanting to draw things that are harder to

wrap my eyes around

some time on my hands

some glass i was bored with

a diamond tip engraver and

some cheap acrylic paint i once found in some bin of free stuff

I've been wondering what about a thing can make so many different

people have the same reaction. Aside from the few folks who stop

to chat while I'm drawing, everyone seems to look at my drawing,

take a few steps, look up at the thing I'm drawing, and walk away

without saying anything. It cracks me up, every time, which is a lot

I woke up without an alarm before 8 am, (as i have every day this week)

to a cold grey day and a sick roommate. It started to rain as I started to

wake up. Not a huge fan of the chilly wet outdoors, I grabbed a free

magazine from the coffee shop downstairs and sat down in my armchair

to read it.

It being an art magazine from NY, I had higher hopes for it than I realize

I should have, as certain articles (in fact, all of the articles) both made me

want to puke and made me want to avoid ever living in New York City

again, unless I want to lose all of my dignity, party hopping and hailing

cabs because I can't walk anywhere in my poorly tailored thrift-store

mini skirt and 4 inch stiletto heeled boots, talking about how I can no

longer afford to pay rent and maybe I should just move to London and

live in a squat because I have spent all of my money making my hair look

like I just got out of a bed that is probably not my own.

The magazine wrapped up with a page of mail-in requests for advice on

how to turn down party invitations, how much PDA is socially acceptable,

and how to have more energy during the day while not compromising

your four nights a week of drinking jagerbombs after your 9-5 job.

The highlights:

and, really, could it be true?

I feel less fulfilled than if I had just read the Onion cover to cover.

scanned

i now know just how much dirt settles on hayes and franklin, and it is gross

always look left

this unfortunate circumstance is the one in which i found myself

a little before noon today at Fell and Divisidero. too much traffic

ahead for the driver to make the light, she made a quick left in

front of me, which sucked.

at least i was so close to her that hitting the car hurt neither me,

nor the car. i made it out with a little knee scrape and ripped

handlebar tape, but my wheels are true. also the driver, who was

probably even more freaked than i was, gave me a big hug, which

was funny.

i didn't feel like drawing after this, couldn't get my head in it.

monday monday

went on this ride yesterday with jesse (about 30 miles roundtrip)

spent the evening watching back to the future and wishing i had food in the house

i went out to draw today instead of going to glass class, it felt pretty necessary

found my camera, too bad i lost the cord

!

heinz

in full force