I made this little sketch this afternoon at my son’s birthday party. For some reason the marker started dripping all over the drawing. Very strange.
I’ve always courted obsession. The trick, I think, is finding a way to make your obsessions pay the mortgage, hopefully. Anyway, the older gentleman in center frame was wearing a charcoal-gray suit and bright red socks. It’s impossible not to love that. I found my blue ball point and the back of the church bulletin. Sitting on the other side of my wife was my son, also drawing. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Obsession passed on to another generation.
Somewhere in Culver City, California…
Sunday afternoon sitting on our porch. After I started this I suddenly realized it has a lot in common with my Purple Gate watercolor, even though several years and miles separate them.
This is one of our favorite lunch places.
This is the first watercolor I’ve done in a while, so I felt a bit rusty, sitting there on a folding chair at the river’s edge. I think, if I were to try it again, I’d emphasize the dramatic diagonals of those big trees sweeping in from the upper left; and I’d add a kid floating in from screen right on an innertube for scale and human interest. I don’t know. Maybe it’s ok as is…
Anthony Zierhut 