tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92186146922527977242024-03-05T21:22:44.975-06:00D'Rtist SketchblogD'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218614692252797724.post-24713603555005619182010-02-23T21:50:00.004-06:002010-02-23T21:58:45.716-06:00IF*Propagate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPB1_8RQu3l4kvyMEwgF20PL0BdDiLJ6m_XyCfwyfxVx01I5fMRLp2qPFy3g6HgJndItqOrMbJaugtyo6ydI7oEE2eojdc7RyMODTXAD-JpsdLsntdoawh4ec2NPkMJfpf_EuCcH80MI/s1600-h/propagate1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPB1_8RQu3l4kvyMEwgF20PL0BdDiLJ6m_XyCfwyfxVx01I5fMRLp2qPFy3g6HgJndItqOrMbJaugtyo6ydI7oEE2eojdc7RyMODTXAD-JpsdLsntdoawh4ec2NPkMJfpf_EuCcH80MI/s400/propagate1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441654006353505762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Peeps, go forth and multiply!<br /><br />Take a closer look - they're sugary! :)<br /><br />When I read what the theme was this week, the first thought in my head was "bunnies" and the next thought was "marshmallow bunnies"... so I couldn't resist attempting this idea. It was rather simply orchestrated, and not in my usual illustrative style, but it gets the point across...Enjoy!D'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218614692252797724.post-7014289286231450962009-10-19T22:06:00.010-05:002009-10-20T21:15:55.804-05:00IF*Frozen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpJ633nHA39qb3ZVgSzyyugSwkm_9OU7g1716bc3NLD70HWbalmHwZ5ubcgBefZPu9cRZ6zRN1-i3Vb3tZCQhiR-l0ZBEKyueeIIcttYPDKyF9zsD-MQuu7EKZvv8E3hHjcoW3NsWgFo/s1600-h/IF_Frozen3b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpJ633nHA39qb3ZVgSzyyugSwkm_9OU7g1716bc3NLD70HWbalmHwZ5ubcgBefZPu9cRZ6zRN1-i3Vb3tZCQhiR-l0ZBEKyueeIIcttYPDKyF9zsD-MQuu7EKZvv8E3hHjcoW3NsWgFo/s400/IF_Frozen3b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394871051211929650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Frozen</span> (by <span style="font-family:georgia;">yours truly, Darrel Reese)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I watch my window, frozen with fear</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">tonight, as I lay awake in bed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It always happens this time of year;</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Creepy visions sneak into my head,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Strange and erie creaks come to my ear.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"O'eractive 'magination" says Dad;</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">But tell that to the monster o'er there</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Who thinks I'm ripe for munching - </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >I'm dead!</span><br /><br /><br />I've been absent lately, but I have good reason - I've been doing some side work, so the blog has suffered. Sorry! (there's only so many electives a full-time employee, father, husband and 3-hr commuter can get done in a day) But I'm back, for the moment, and trying to "fall back" into things. :) Enjoy - I had to get my Halloween fix in!D'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218614692252797724.post-32373937459308432032009-07-30T20:27:00.006-05:002009-07-30T21:12:21.989-05:00Idle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4COE5QhKQbMNj8ZO-wFzNiRDtvpgMOFkdyTSn2p_7hTpc7_Pjs8sjbGo5k8KNmVkEk-uGRo5LHeHaAfyyu1QuaHSCk-y5mSYhPd6WwzijdKGlgr0FUIhp0P-zoQDn4NE48xHILvTH4BQ/s1600-h/idle-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4COE5QhKQbMNj8ZO-wFzNiRDtvpgMOFkdyTSn2p_7hTpc7_Pjs8sjbGo5k8KNmVkEk-uGRo5LHeHaAfyyu1QuaHSCk-y5mSYhPd6WwzijdKGlgr0FUIhp0P-zoQDn4NE48xHILvTH4BQ/s400/idle-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364432574994265538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"Back in de swamp where dat Spanish moss grow, I heard me a story from long time ago..."</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-from </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >Petite Rouge,</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> written by Mike Artell & illustrated by Jim Harris</span><br /></div><br />I am not an idle person. I like to keep busy. That said, I can on rare occasions be found relaxing in a hammock or engrossed in a good book that I just can't put down. Sometimes both at the same time.<br /><br />Speaking of good books, this illustration was inspired by the story quoted above, which I strongly suggest all you parents out there would have fun reading to someone at bedtime (or just enjoy the pictures)...D'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218614692252797724.post-2704170554879871742009-07-19T00:20:00.005-05:002009-07-22T22:14:52.166-05:00Tango<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQNf-SeAvrC6V5rEA37QwCCY1skjPnQqt2a2WvMd764i2fEyyi6J2WWkZ-XVV5mZBAPmA51KEsNf8_a4vqEHEAoI96IZSznCJz7oAUmOPP8D6-pRkzLPtrGJrIOvTp6ZyLxQ34esuCIK0/s1600-h/tango2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBDO2Vas6787iGlyKZ_CPVsjFvz4EyisNDrivFNe0HZdnk6K9QRFL4JwB8FE0N4ki8pBMUclqdg9yvEWuFKSmpJLZTG_c84p575Jwjw8M4Add7q_-DgI1EU5U6TEmpeGQp3UOkHa-dgA/s800/tango2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361487056697599234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">TANGO</span>, digitally created with ArtRage2, tin foil paper base</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >These partners are embraced in an intense natural dance.<br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Notice how the sperm whale dips his partner quite deeply.</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Yet, the squid really wishes he would stay off of its feet...<br />...er, tentacles.</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Yes, it takes two to tango.<br /><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >I was inspired by a report in the news this past week. Hundreds of carnivorous calamari have been washing up on shore in San Diego, presumably accidental carnage from a massive hunt gone awry. These Humboldt squid aren't usually in that area, but with increasing water temperatures and overfishing, they're increasing their hunting territory.</span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >As a scuba diver, I love squid. The way they glide underwater looks completely unnatural and magical, similar to</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > the way hummingbirds fly captivates us.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > I'd probably be one of those idiots jumping in the water to see them.</span><br /></span>D'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218614692252797724.post-49743250983713063702009-07-16T23:04:00.002-05:002009-07-22T22:16:20.508-05:00Hollow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0XBnUOhoSgOzsCloxxK-QW6DNy-7K3V8dMfe5wiH-cSkJBjcPxZNRlglaHXUIyum-IABNR5BoFAY-AtfcYTkLUuwstwbWQ9831s0mKE73AeufR_Nwf740_fKJAVjWoHySilCkz6_FUU/s1600-h/Hollow1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0XBnUOhoSgOzsCloxxK-QW6DNy-7K3V8dMfe5wiH-cSkJBjcPxZNRlglaHXUIyum-IABNR5BoFAY-AtfcYTkLUuwstwbWQ9831s0mKE73AeufR_Nwf740_fKJAVjWoHySilCkz6_FUU/s320/Hollow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359276627776448754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >...& now, for something completely different.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >This is still rather rough, but it is a concept that I've actually got a whole series in progress. An abstract geometric style that is more art than illustration, but I couldn't help post it now, and hear your thoughts.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br />I often observe that many people have two sides, like a coin: on one side is the face that everyone sees, but the other side reveals that inner self they only reveal when they want to or to those closest to them.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Hollow</span> sums up that feeling we get when we feel disconnected from those around us, or that sense of overwhelming loss/fear that makes us vulnerable, but the world won't ever know it because of the masks we wear to hide behind.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > We make ourselves prisoners within our own selves, yet, we alone are the only wardens that can open the door and let the real "self" out.<br /><br />Of course, our dearest friends and family see right through this. Now if I could just draw someone reaching in and pulling the other out from the back of the throat... :)</span><br /></span>D'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218614692252797724.post-91749800054553421682009-07-08T21:07:00.002-05:002009-07-22T22:16:43.512-05:00Shaky<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixULwXz05Z7c24e9y02Kk9Hn0XebQ95JJwIge1map633wI-gylmWRqubbdlwz_gaghawQ6thtqZwjDHUzXjYVsokM4QRGmI3pgHtiMn20C0TvlUSE-hs531TirngvmBzrqkjlQy47lYzI/s1600-h/shaky.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixULwXz05Z7c24e9y02Kk9Hn0XebQ95JJwIge1map633wI-gylmWRqubbdlwz_gaghawQ6thtqZwjDHUzXjYVsokM4QRGmI3pgHtiMn20C0TvlUSE-hs531TirngvmBzrqkjlQy47lYzI/s320/shaky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356276793100723330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >People walk tightropes every day, attempting to balance their careers, family time, and personal desires. Sometimes it doesn't take much to push us over the edge and have it all come tumbling down, mostly due to our own folly. Sometimes we put one foot in front of the other with such resolve that we feel superhuman. Yet, we are all ordinary people, capable of extraordinary things. It's a fine line we walk, and all we must do is try. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Why do we fall down, Bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up again."</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-Dr. Thomas Wayne, <span style="font-style: italic;">Batman Begins</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This illustration is an average Joe who is quite uncertain of his near future. It's a humorous attempt at making a less than heroic bloke appear to be doing something amazing...imperfectly.</span>D'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218614692252797724.post-68489386184817572692009-06-25T09:04:00.001-05:002009-07-22T22:17:02.401-05:00Drifting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjU_S8vV8GiFT6R0smigV3VJ0Yej4jmmCRjY11YfZQfroyUO_ar5DGDj2bVOOttRxJ_bmTBvsxIBl2HAtsYcvRFZVRNVCdCG31dCZVH6hfj-GeqsYvXrj7fITwz5Zotq7AdiAKIAJlyI/s1600-h/drifting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjU_S8vV8GiFT6R0smigV3VJ0Yej4jmmCRjY11YfZQfroyUO_ar5DGDj2bVOOttRxJ_bmTBvsxIBl2HAtsYcvRFZVRNVCdCG31dCZVH6hfj-GeqsYvXrj7fITwz5Zotq7AdiAKIAJlyI/s320/drifting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351269588115522274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />"We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn't ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't often that we laughed—only a little kind of a low chuckle. We had mighty good weather as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all—that night, nor the next, nor the next."<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">- <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Adventures of Huckleberry Finn</span> (Huck and Jim, Chapter 12)<br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Many of us spend our summers drifting.</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" > Driting down in the water (pool, river, water park).</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" > Drifting off to la- la-land in the hammock. Or drifting off to another world with a good book, in a cozy chair under the gentle breeze blown by our all-too- important air conditioners. </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Hence this tribute to Huck Finn....</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />I realize that Jim was a man and not a bullfrog, but I didn't want a serious looking illustration, something more light-hearted. Enjoy.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div face="times new roman" style="text-align: right;"><br /></div>D'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218614692252797724.post-68208979010063037662009-06-17T22:58:00.001-05:002009-07-22T22:17:21.359-05:00American History Unfolds<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQaWrgVgmj9RHV1IvNSFj79mhrI1E1lVKDsu1KNASUleF7TAlECt_fOK6Jdu8AeoaPn_V3XVuzqsXov2LFzKhW7CSucynO0-pdcGOYK-yZg8s8FgCMsyFSzN738VBFYSSe5235lYbv5Sc/s1600-h/Stars_Stripes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQaWrgVgmj9RHV1IvNSFj79mhrI1E1lVKDsu1KNASUleF7TAlECt_fOK6Jdu8AeoaPn_V3XVuzqsXov2LFzKhW7CSucynO0-pdcGOYK-yZg8s8FgCMsyFSzN738VBFYSSe5235lYbv5Sc/s320/Stars_Stripes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348522094408004002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Since the election of George Washington as President in 1789, the USA has had 43 different people fill it's highest elected government office. While being considered a "melting pot," 42 of them have been Caucasian. Obama's star role certainly stands out, breaking a 200 year traidition and possibly shattering the trend. Only time will tell, and a lot is riding on Obama's performance (more than just his ancestral heritage).<br /><br />Here, I've roughly tried to make turn a paper-doll chain into the stars on the US flag. Seven stars are "blank," with many hopefuls waiting to continue the chain. I have subdued my interest in painterly effects in this sample, choosing the geometric symmetry from my illustration program to help render the paper-chain more accurately.<br /><br />The message here is more of a personal reflection and observation than any politcal lean I have, an illustration generated simply to make one think.D'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218614692252797724.post-65660881710092161802008-10-16T21:29:00.000-05:002008-10-16T21:55:21.684-05:00Strings Attached<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6ZuaQpLosdqHn1ke3FegFUrTKrzdp2dlypp2Zmkhnoaug0aEwt4TaA_8UiLVsMucvvK7FO_6RDLt4bj4nap_K4xZBMxpCAoZtMIPuumprb9VuPm_Qeazm4brOfpa7ZwjmblXTRwj6Tk/s1600-h/dr_StringsAttached.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6ZuaQpLosdqHn1ke3FegFUrTKrzdp2dlypp2Zmkhnoaug0aEwt4TaA_8UiLVsMucvvK7FO_6RDLt4bj4nap_K4xZBMxpCAoZtMIPuumprb9VuPm_Qeazm4brOfpa7ZwjmblXTRwj6Tk/s400/dr_StringsAttached.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257948842689469202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />These days, investing for retirement takes a leap of faith...into the unknown.<br />(click on it to view a larger version)D'Rtisthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01528366069566412937noreply@blogger.com3