About foresterartist

I'm a forester and an artist. My medias are watercolor, pen and Ink, and photography. I am so fortunate to see so much inspiration around me in my day to day work to fuel my artistic pursuits.

Marilyn Monroe

 

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Marilyn Monroe in pen and ink.

I’ve been practicing pen and ink portraits lately.  I find them uniquely challenging. Some I’ll post and some I won’t, but this one of Marilyn Monroe I decide to post. I’m fairly happy with it, but I didn’t nail it. I didn’t quite capture her essence the way I wanted. I liked the photo reference for the high contrast, which is conducive to pen and ink. Subtle shading is trickier than with pencil or paint. I have a tendency to overwork the piece. It’s been a pretty steep learning curve. Comments and critiques are appreciated.

I realize this isn’t as wildlifey or woodsy as what I normally do, but it’s good to mix things up. Besides, there’s people in the woods too. Although, I’ve never run into Marilyn in the woods, but that would make a heck of a blog post!

Bobby’s Last Ride – FFfAW

Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge-Week of March 14, 2017

157 words

Photo prompt by me, Tim Livingston, The Forester Artist.

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Bobby’s fist pounded against the metal above him. “LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT”, he yelled at the top of his lungs.  His words were drowned out by to roar of the engine.  Light filtered through the seams.  After some time, the ride became rougher and dust began seeping into the trunk. He coughed and pounded against the metal. 

The car, his car, finally began slowing. He heard branches scraping the sides, and with a loud thud it stopped.  There was nothing but silence, and the smell of dust and hot brakes.

The creaking of a door snapped him back into the moment.  He pounded frantically, “Come on, you had you’re big laugh, OPEN UP, OPEN UP!”  A door slammed shut and a cold voice replied, “That was my baby sister, ya jerk.”   “I’M SORRY, I’M SO SORRY”, Bobby cried.

Moments later, another car motor started, and then quickly faded away.  Bobby lay in dark trunk whimpering.

Wild Wednesday … Goose Goose!

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A pair of Canada Geese in pen and ink.

This was drawn from a pair of geese on the mill pond.  Canada geese are great subjects for pen and ink. They’re already black and white.

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Canada geese can be found on the mill site constantly.

This gaggle spotted Sailor and Bliss over on shore. They decided to come over and cause trouble for my goldens, who were minding their own business.  Typical rabble rousing degenerate geese!

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You had to know this would happen.

Sailor couldn’t take it anymore and swam out to say hello.  What’s a boy to do.

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Well this isn’t going well.

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

Wild Wednesday … Bear Skull

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Bear Skull in pen and ink.

This skull intrigued me with its bleached bone and hard shadows. I wondered what happened to cause it to be here. It was wild and dirty, and crying out to be drawn. So draw it I did!

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The bear skull sitting on the running board of an older D6 Cat.

On our way into camp we often stop in a particular landing to give everyone a break from the ride. A D6 Cat tractor was parked there for several months. A local logger had been using it for road repair and erosion control work. During one stop at the landing we found a bear skull. It wasn’t a large skull, probably from a young bear or a sow.

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The Cat was parked in the landing for a few months. The skull is sitting on the floor in the entrance. Can you see it?

I couldn’t resist placing the skull in the tractor for the loggers to find. It sat there for weeks undisturbed. Until one day, while we were coming through, it had disappeared. Somebody or something must have taken a fancy to it and packed it off. When I first saw the skull I wondered what it’s story was, but it seems that it’s story may not be done. I wonder where it is now.

California Black Bear, Ursus americanus

One of the locals. A relative perhaps?