the truce

I have two pieces of art (one finished, one almost) that came to me very easily.

YAY!

I’m not trying to brag, but I AM celebrating because it is soooooo rare that my art comes easily… It’s usually an all out war between my muse, my capabilities, and my mood. Then every once in a while all three meet in some kind of truce that results in something I’m proud of. And then whether or not my piece communicates to the casual observer comes to mind.

Typically not.

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But it’s only really a concern for me in this first one because it’s a commission (so ideally the client should understand it.) This is charcoal and some weird crayon things I found in my stash. Looking at this, I feel that realistic portraits are my greatest strength, but I never “count” them. It’s so easy to copy what I see, or to embellish it. It’s much harder to pull an idea out of the aether and put it on canvas.

Also, I did this piece.

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It was inspired immediately when I stupidly broke a necklace that belonged to a very dear friend of mine who has passed. I thought perhaps I could commemorate her better in this way rather than wearing the necklace anyway — my plan is to glue it to the canvas around the figure’s neck in a way. I’m also not quite settled on the black/white ratios…

On a side note, I went from gourmet soup to rice-a-roni tonight. Life, right?

Work in progress

I’m painting my babies!

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So excited to see this one turn out. I can already FEEL them on the canvas… By the way, those rascals were just all kinds of pissed off thanks to some loose dog outside our fence. The one on the right tried to dig a hole to get out there and tear shit up. She’s fierce.

Also,

CHEESY ALFREDO TORTELLINI BAKE!

my very own recipe that I will not make a Facebook video of because I’m way too drunk when I’m cooking for that.

ingredients:

Buitoni Mixed Cheese Tortellini (1lb 4oz package)
3 tablespoons butter
3 tablespoons olive oil
5 cloves of garlic, minced (I like me some garlic)
2 cups heavy cream
1 teaspoon white pepper
1 teaspoon salt
dash of nutmeg
1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese
3/4 cup shredded Italian blend cheese (seriously though I measure cheese by the fistful…)
1/4 cup Italian parsley, finely chopped

for the topping:

3 tablespoons butter
1 cup panko breadcrumbs

directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Prepare tortellini to package instructions.

Heat butter and olive oil in a large saucepan over medium high heat. When melted, add garlic and cook until fragrant. Add heavy cream, white pepper, salt and nutmeg and heat until simmering, stirring often. Add parmesan and simmer for 10 minutes until thick and cheese is completely melted. Add Italian blend cheese and stir until melted, then turn off heat (if sauce seems too thick, add a couple tablespoons of milk to loosen). Add parsley and cooked tortellini, stirring to coat the pasta. Meanwhile, heat butter for topping in a small pan. Add panko and coat with butter. Spoon the tortellini mixture into an 11×7 glass baking dish and cover with more cheese (use your discretion). Top with breadcrumbs and bake for 30 minutes. Let rest for 5-10 minutes before serving. Be prepared this is very rich and probably awful for you.

Ghost of Commissions Past

Can I say without ego that I’m totally awesome? You’re right, I need to provide the context first. My sister came over last night with a bundle of old photos from our childhood and in the midst of it we found some old drawings of mine. Actually, not just drawings — pieces that I was commissioned to create and paid for before I ever considered doing it for a living. These types of conversations used to go like this:

Family/Friends: Draw me a picture!
Me: …No.
Family/Friends: Please?
Me: Still no.
Family/Friends: I’ll pay you.
Me: =D What can I do for you, kind sir/madam?

The critic in me wants to remind you that these are from my late teen years and I’ve honed my craft since then. But I’m still gonna show off.

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The top is a friend who wanted a special gift for her boyfriend…and what says ‘love’ better than a nude selfie facilitated by a third party? The blurry dogs belonged to my sister and her ex.

I used to hate seeing old artwork of mine, but this was fun! It has inspired me to get this site up and functioning as a place where people can commission these types of drawings from me again, 10 years later! Funny how things work out…