JIM DORAN

Night Fishing

I just looked at the clock and it’s 1:16 AM. I thought it was 10:00 PM. I love getting lost while making something. Here’s a peek at part of a triptych I’m making for an upcoming show. I’ll post the rest this week.

The top part is comprised of drawing(s) that I cut out and inserted into the frame.

On the sea

Close up

It’s too soon to say if this one will work out exactly like I’ve envisioned, but in making changes, I’ve came up with enough ideas to do an entire series.

Now, to bed. Goodnight.

Drifting

For Illustration Friday – catch my drift? Drawn quickly with a sharpie and animated on my pooter. I had several good ideas for this one – I hope to post more this weekend.

I could never live in a house in a bottle on the water – I get sea sick. Although if it keeps raining in Baltimore, may have to do this before we all wash away.

The Land of the Dead

The Land of the Dead

I started this last winter, before my crazy class schedule began. This isn’t really finished yet.  I had bigger plans (more dead guys, for one thing)  but I want to start the next one, and I’ve decided to let this be an introduction to what I’m doing in my barn.

Friday

Land of the Dead Daddy-O's

Below is a study I did last night, before I finished making the dead Daddy-O’s.  I decided to make Frida be black and white like the citizens of her town. I like how this picture turned out.

Frida Study

I have always loved paper-mâché, and I rediscovered while helping my daughter with a school project. I got the idea for this from a drawing I did in someone’s sketchbook for the sketchbook swap:

Frida returns to the land of the dead

I am interested in seeing what happens when I try and make real world models of my drawings. When I was a kid I mixed flour and water (and maybe glue). Now, I’m using glue and water and the Baltimore City Paper.

Basic Supplies

The City Paper is good for....

Primed

More to come – there’s a lot going on in the Land of the Dead.

The Secret Guild of Water Tower Engineers

To celebrate the relaunch of this web site (and my new layout), I’m posting pages from a comic I’m working on. I’m drawing it on pages from a water treatment handbook – which I think is very appropriate. As is the water color.


Job Interview Day

Closed Factory

Canning

All thumbs

Baseball

Mama

The Baltimore unemployment office

The address for my appointment

Big Blue

Also – I’m submitting these pages for this week’s Illustration Friday prompt, “adapt.” Our man in the story is doing just that, as a lot of people are during this great recession we are having.


Overheard

So. I’ve fallen behind in my schedule for this blog. The point, as you may recall, is to draw every day. I thought this was an amazing idea – so, I set up the [artisticus.com] blog and then signed up for the hardest graduate course in my program, agreed to teach JavaScript at the community college for the first time, and I had three or four side projects going.

I do this. I am not sure why.

So, here’s a drawing.

[NOTE: This was originally posted on artisticus.com and then adopted here to be with all my other blog posts – one blog to rule them all and…well, nevermind. As I think I’ve mentioned elsewhere – I ended the sketch-a-day approach of Artisticus.com to reclaim the domain for another, equally good web project.]

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My Dad’s Drawings

In an act of sublime procrastination, I spent a recent Saturday afternoon building shelves and moving all the CDs from the basement to the studio. See, I could have been writing my final case study for my Quantitative Decision Making class, grading home work, writing lectures, etc.  Instead, I strapped on my trusty fish-heads, now in their 8th season, and spent a glorious day sawing wood in the heat.

Well Worn Jack Purcells

I have a lot of CDs because I was a wholesale music buyer. That, and meeting the occasional semi-famous person were the perks of the job. The only perks.

The girls helped me unpack them. They are COMPLETELY out of order, and about 200 CDs are missing jewel boxes.  We had a great time  – I really don’t know how I managed to get by without my Lubricated Goat album.

CDs

At the bottom of one of the boxes,  I found an envelope from my father. He addressed it to my great aunt in 1984 and never sent it –  as we can see, he didn’t have her zip code.  I don’t remember putting this envelop in the box – I don’t even remember seeing it (maybe Onespot does – he helped me pack all this up).

envelope

It contains drawings, each signed by him and containing a brief explanation of the drawing on the reverse side. I couldn’t believe my eyes – and what’s better, there was a drawing in there that I didn’t remember him doing.

dad_gbs

dad_lb

Train Station

bridget goyvaerts house in maryland

Eastern shore farm house

Light House

I don’t believe that the people who pass on ever really leave us. And, in a very real way, my father has been popping up a lot lately. I ran across that Picasso quote that I wrote about, and then several of his old friends from his childhood have found me on the web and sent their regards.  And now, these drawings.

So, I want to share these drawings with you. Thanks, Pop!