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It's Easter weekend, Passover, which means spring! Time to buy flowers plant gardens and enjoy this wonderful time of year. pen, ink, watercolor, colored pencil on arches 140 gram hot press cotton rag paper.

I have many forms of meditation, or at least a moment of total peace where mind is absolutely clear - and sketching is one of them!

Sketchbook. Coffe and Ink. Night affection. 2016 @ Ania Pawlik 2017

From the movie 'Tale of Tales'

Other side of the rainbow series of doodles

Pen & ink stipple portrait of Thomas Mann.

Not a beautiful work of art I know. I hope I paint better. But 70 hours of my life made from materials and techniques utilized by those who crossed our nation in covered wagons. I made this for the Episcopal Church in Prestonsberg. The bishop is retiring and 36 Churches in Eastern Kentucky are all making quilt squares for a quilt for him. The material is doubled so it insulates well.

A fun collage of all the things that were on my mind at the time of drawing. Made this as a banner for my website and Soundcloud and Spotify and stuff.

This is an airbushed stencil of myself

Starting off the new sketchbook with an alternative life drawing session! Our model was mushroom themed and very awesome indeed :-)

Poseidon's Trident

This work is purposely incomplete. I will facilitate a group of people who will color in the black and white template as well as have the option of making their own art freehand. Individual and couple contributions will be combined to make our composite mural. People who participate in this event will thus listen and speak while creating artwork for the mural. For my part I will explain the latest research concerning the hormones involved in the physiology and neurology of falling in love and remaining in love

I turned 33. Of course I spent it arting :-)

And that’s a wrap from this current sketchbook! Closing things with some Peter Falk wisdom I’ve shared before, I think… “My idea of Heaven is to wake up, have a good breakfast, and spend the rest of the day drawing.”

A different kind of penguin club but it checks out!

As I’ve said before and I’ll say again, there’s never enough narwhals!

Edited still.

Tom Hanks and his wit starting off my imagination today…

Just thought this would be interesting.

Just some stuff I drew last year and part of this year.

My interputation of a watercolor Winslow Homer made. Mine is actually quite different.

Pencil renderings of vehicle design.

Music quotes that apply to art as well… “Anybody can play. The note is only 20%. The attitude of the motherf•••er who plays it is 80%.” - Miles Davis.

If your kid is gay accept them. Banner I will carry in a Pride Parade. Influenced by posters of the 1960s, an era I grew up in.

One of my biggest supporters and best friend passed away recently. My Grammy. My Grandpa has been gone almost 10 years now. So, in real life, whenever a blue butterfly showed up it was Grandpa coming to check on Grammy. Now, she's a butterfly going to be with him.

Two wicker chairs in the sun. One for the waiting, one for the hoped-for. The table between them holds its silence, its place set for bread or talk. I draw what is here— lines quick and unerasable— and what is not here, her presence, waits with me in the white of the page.

Imperfect Lines, Honest Presence This sketch is not perfect—and that’s exactly why it’s alive. The bold figure, the dissolving hat, the tilted chair: all of it feels unfinished, fleeting, caught in motion. It’s what the Japanese call wabi-sabi—finding beauty in the imperfect, the impermanent, the incomplete. But there’s something deeper here too. A quick sketch is not just what the eye records. It’s what the soul permits. To draw without fixing, without polishing, is to admit the world will not hold still for us. Life slips past. The lines break off. And yet, somehow, the essence remains. When you sketch this way, you are not the master of the moment—you are its guest. The pencil does not carve permanence; it pays attention. The act of drawing becomes an act of being present, of honoring what is already vanishing. So here’s a challenge: grab a pencil and sketch someone near you in sixty seconds. Do not erase. Do not perfect. Let the lines falter. When you finish, ask yourself: What truth did the imperfection reveal? Perhaps presence itself is the real art.