This muse with his gaunt facial
features surely had
stories to tell.
Pencil sketch with graphite wash.
J.W.


Waiting patiently for his mate
with time to capture a pose,
the rest left to my imagination.
Charcoal and colored pencil on grey tonal paper.

Orchids
from all over
the world
on display
at the National
Portrait Gallery
in
Washington, DC,
a must see.
Two
orchids
captured
in ink.

A distinctive lady
passes through
Union Station in
Washington, DC
and a quick sketch
was born,
fallen blooms
moments past their
peak were
collected,
and this Bloomin’
Lady revealed
her Springtime charm.
Mixed media.
Pencil. Ink. Fallen tree blossoms. Paint.

This gentle,
caring
lady
devotes her life
to healing
others
through
acupuncture
and kind deeds.
She took on the glow
of an angel as I
painted her portrait.
Which came as no surprise!
Read her amazing
story of grit and
courage.
Mixed media: Charcoal, Ink, Paint

Our trip to Cuba
was filled
with wandering,
and marvel at
the beautiful
coastline,
untouched,
natural in beauty,
and gratitude
for the
people,
the artisans
we met,
their art,
clay vases
they accented
with paint
and thin rope
and any other
scarce material
to be found.
This vase
discovered
at an outdoor
market in
Santiago de Cuba,
is honored doubly
back in the States,
in colored pencil.
Read more
on our travels
through Cuba.

This lady wore determination
in her eyes,
and softness
in her heart,
a pleasure to
draw.
Charcoal.

Cut
flowers
detailed in ink
grew into
a St. Paddy’s day
bouquet
washed in
watercolor.

This mixed media
began with
delicate ink markings
and then
transformed by
watercolors,
aiming to honor
the
song birds
and the
coming of
spring.

Lady Jill
styles her unstoppable
spirit
—
a capacity for
exercise,
laughter,
play,
that has
no
boundaries
—
and this
pencil
portrait
drawing
with a hint
of colored pencil
aims to
capture
the Eye
of her Tiger.


This well-known
high-energy
singer,
Nancy Heinz,
gets her
audience
onto the
dance floor
…where the
dance…
lasts the night.
Originally planned
as a portrait in pencil,
an ink contour
appeared
on my paper,
then
whimsical
took over.

One of my
earlier works,
1995,
pencil and charcoal,
of Guitar Joe,
thinking
about…
guitar pics,
chords,
lead lines,
rhythm,
harmonies,
the next tune
…
and maybe
coffee.


A
Siamese,
named
Earl Grey,
found his way,
up a tree,
in mere seconds,
perfectly content,
with no
intention of
leaving his
perch,
watching the birds
and
the frantic
rescue mission
unfold below.
Drawing in colored pencil.


Pencil with
colored pencil
accents
captures
the essence of
a sweet childhood friend.
Her smile,
contagious,
attracts
more
smiles to
all she meets.


In case there
was any doubt
how a biker
chic
(bicyclist)
sets
a style,
it’s all
about the
earrings.
Ms. Barbara.
Colored pencil.

This lady
gave me the chance
to ponder smiles,
how a single
smile can brighten
a day,
how some people
give smiles
freely,
naturally,
others,
occasionally,
and I smile
just thinking
about her
generous gift,
her sweet spot.
Drawing in colored pencil
and charcoal

This pencil
rendering
features
Detroit Slim,
strummin’
that thang.
Be sure to
catch
a listen
to this
SNL closing theme.

Celebrating each day
with a smile,
a warm embrace,
she finds brightness,
lightness,
by giving,
both back and forward,
and doesn’t everyone
need a Ms. Debora
in their life?

The musician
played guitar,
lost in the rhythms
and lead licks
while nearby,
the moment
came alive
on paper,
strumming lines,
loose,
fast,
pure folly,
whimsical,
with no sense
of what might
appear.

A long draw
of fresh
coffee
awakens
gently,
a deep inhale,
infuses calm, and
eyes
close,
softly,
for a moment
as senses fill,
smiling,
the blank
canvas
of a new
day begins.

This lady
looked back
at me
in shades of
black n white,
but then
with
a splash
of lip gloss,
she
became
Ruby.

This tulip
grew from
a powerful
seedling
with muscular
branches,
and hand-like
leaves,
and then
she looked at me
and laughed,
for she had
grown two lips
and she sang and
smiled.

A single drink,
led to…
an opening,
a new thought,
a changed
direction,
and then came
a collage,
some lace,
and whatever
could be found,
not knowing
an ending,
a destination,
it didn’t matter.
That drink,
satisfied,
a thirst.

What I love
about portrait
drawing,
is seeing
the person
in ways
I would have
likely missed,
and that twinkle,
in her eye,
is oh so
honestly.
Drawing in colored pencil
and charcoal

Sweet Angie,
a beautiful lady,
sat next to me,
ringing in the
New Year,
and it is the
simple sweetness,
in her eyes,
in her heart,
that I hoped
to capture.

These orchids,
on display,
bloomed,
again,
this time on paper,
from a single line,
then more,
and finished
with a splash of color.