Halloween is here!

Yeah! Today is Halloween, I love it. I won't be able to think of anything else today. I drew this on our train ride to Nimes.

Jem Apple - Kirk

A picture of our apartment at the vineyard of Chateau d'Or de St. Geules




We arrived in Akron this morning from a long and exhausting trip home from Paris as all of you two people are well aware. Meghan and I had a magnificent time sight seeing and experiencing French culture. We were able to achieve some much needed "us" time (like we are the confused parents of Siamese quadruplets or something). I didn't spend much time drawing or sketching since we basically didn't stop moving for ten days straight. I got some quick sketches in here and there.

This is the horse that wandered about in the enclosure in front of our place at the vineyard. He was white and pathetic looking with flies all over him. Meghan called him Ben, but then again she called every animal Ben.





The next picture is of Meghan walking toward me in front of the Roman Colosseum in Nimes.

Frazzled

Fall has found its way into Northeast Ohio hitting me like a bag of wet leaves in the soloplexis. Normally Meghan and I would be watching Nightmare Before Christmas repeatedly, decorating our home in horrific ways, and prepping ourselves for our favorite holiday. Except this year is different, we are going to France and we have spent weeks learning about French culture and deciding what we want to do with our eleven days in Paris. We've been busy and I haven't spent much time doing any art. This painting is something I did the day of my art exhibit in July at Sq. Records. I called it Boo Radley from To Kill a Mockingbird, one of my favorite stories.

I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed and I can only imagine how Meghan is feeling, she has planned this entire trip and I have to admit, I haven't helped much.

This picture of my niece, Emily, sums it all up.

Self- Portrait Work

I caught my reflection in the window across from me in my office. The shadows on my hand inspired me to draw a quick sketch while I was writing a donor letter, my reflection made me realize how unhappy I must look all the time sitting in my office, either that or I must always appear completely miserable even outside of work. Something must be done.