raven

How to build a crow while sitting on a chair.

I penciled this together last night after sketching crows and ravens over the last few nights.

Today after work I sat down before it with a pen and headphones.

It went like this.

Pencil work while watching cartoon reruns.

Pencil work while watching cartoon reruns.

The pen over the top of pencil has a nuance I'm not sure I can explain.  But erasing the pencil after the pen work is outlined is something I really enjoy a lot in the process.

The pen over the top of pencil has a nuance I’m not sure I can explain. But erasing the pencil after the pen work is outlined is something I really enjoy a lot in the process.

I watch the wood grain and it helps me sort out where to draw the lines.

I watch the wood grain and it helps me sort out where to draw the lines.

An abstract crow/raven of sorts. I see crows all over town every day and enjoy them. They're fun to put to page as well.

An abstract crow/raven of sorts. I see crows all over town every day and enjoy them. They’re fun to put to page as well.

Two ravens by a railing on a hill in California.

I met with a friend over the weekend in Berkley, CA.
We rode bicycles through San Francisco, across the Golden Gate Bridge and up into the Marin Headlands.
There we visited Hawk Hill. I finally remembered to bring my binoculars, and what a treat it was.
I lost count of the raptors in a matter of minutes.
The sky was like beautiful blue gravy and the fog was flying mashed potatoes.
(Perhaps not my best analogy of the week, but let’s go with it.)
Before I left the hill, I met two ravens. They seemed amused with my excitement of the birds around me. They were the only two birds that sat still for me to take a half decent picture of so I went for it.  I have long admired Ravens. They made sounds like a chuckling cow when I rode away.
From Hawk Hill to San Francisco. Mashed Potato clouds make me hungry.

From Hawk Hill to San Francisco. Mashed Potato clouds make me hungry.

From my own night, I can see theirs.

It wasn’t Black Muddy River sounds that reached my ears there.

She was like a driftwood Skelton, drinking from the empty plastic night.

I fit into place like a bag of nails on a long car ride.

I began to believe I forgot my ribcage at home the way she looked through me.

The view from the balcony was beautiful but to have to look through my eyes was painful.

With chlorine swimming pool eyes.

This constant contact with concrete I’d rather for go.

So bounce a bottle cap off the sliding door and into an open cooler, think of something clever to say…

“I’ve got business here like a sea captain in the desert”.

Words find me while I look for a raven in a crowded sketchbook.

Words find me while I look for a raven in a crowded sketchbook.