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I am a self-taught freelance artist, my primary venue is pen and ink in the genre of stippling, or pointillism. I guess it depends on where you're from as to what you call it but I hear different things from different people who say that, "they know" that it's this or that. I just call it mine, because it was funny when I came across the format in the first place. I started working on this piece, it was originally in a be a sketch of a statue that I had bought my now ex-wife, but all of a sudden I started doing these dots around its silhouette and then I filled in the shape of the statues body and I thought I was a genius, be it for a short time. Shortly after that discovery, I still laugh about it today, I saw in the back of a magazine there used to be out but is no longer, called Omni. Now on the back page or so they would always have a unique picture of some sort. This one issue in the back had Domino's laid out and it looks really cool but they were just laying there on this table of some sort but they instructions bottom said to hold the picture approximately 5 feet from your face. In doing so a rendition of, it's been so long, I think Einstein or somebody of a similar stature was on the page. And that was my first realization as to what the dots did. In that picture it showed up close a bunch of Domino's just laying there, squared off to each other not in a disorganized manner but laying there side-by-side and on and site by and however and it turned out to be a portrait of somebody such as Einstein. And then there was somebody there at the store was looking at the magazine that called it stippling or pointillism, or a form of it as being all dots. So that was when I learned of my discovery being not something new but as I researched, was actually something hundreds of thousands of years old. Aside from that I have tried and succeeded I believe and doing some charcoal and pastel. My first and last piece that I had tried to do was of a football player walking off the field carrying his helmet. This piece was done for my daughter in the University of Oklahoma Cowboys colors. It was a pretty good-sized piece and I shipped it to her and her fiancé and unfortunately, maybe six months later they broke up and that was the last I had ever seen of that piece. The rest of me I guess you can learn about on my blog and website where I have my gallery. If I don't post that somewhere else on here all come back and put it in here, the link that is.

Burial

A Holistic Journey

It was a summer sun and autumn wind. He felt both uncomfortable and snug in the sweater as the heat bore through and the air blew in tidal breaths about him. He couldn’t help look up as he made his way down the gully using his spade like a walking stick. The sky, a wash of azure, held out a gorgeous cleanness – a tableau vivant of redemption after the fierce rain. Reminding himself to breathe with the wind softening above, he followed the redolent trail of conifer to a line of trees tall against the strike of sun. Right there, by the rock. That’s where he’d dig. The clods eventually gave way because they had to. All those years: longing and defeat marked a hundred thousand steps that made a life and he hadn’t lived. The dirt crumbled under the work of sure hands. When he made his way…

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Maybe We Don’t Want to Listen To Your Story

Very Profound.

A Holistic Journey

I had my feet up on the couch, willing the bleeding to stop. I couldn’t find any pads last night but remembered the spare diapers I kept for my nephew’s sleepovers. They were perfect. What a word. Perfect. I suppose I should have this down by now. I changed out the diapers every hour, sometimes faster. The empty trash bin had filled, blood-sodden, overnight. Today my back yearned for something soft underneath as the pelvic ache grew louder.

The doorbell rang.

My body refused to move but I was waiting for a package to sign for. I had to get the gift to Dad. I tried not to think about the rush in my pants when I got up and shuffled, exhausted, to the door. Outside the window stood a man with a pen behind an ear, clipboard in hand. Damn solicitors. He waved hopefully when he caught sight…

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The Birth of the “Tiger Within” (temporary name of course)

Sketch 1 Stipple 1 Stipple 2 Stipple 3 Stipple 4 Stipple 5 Stipple 6 Stipple 7 Stipple 8 Stipple 9 Stipple 10

…..This is the progression of a Tiger, from the sketch in, to the Stippling for contrast. Once I complete the primary stippling, I’m going to erase the sketch work, make it “pop” if you will.

Please offer your experience, suggestions, critique’s.

Up to the most recent photo, I’ve got about 14 hours in just on the Stippling alone.
I was going to post this upon completion, but I’ve seen others post work of theirs and I think people should see how the work progresses, from conception to completion. How long it takes, what steps are taken to get to the finished piece.

Let me know what you think.

I want to thank you all in advance for your feedback. Until then……