Art History Month Part 1

I’m the obsessive self-improvement type of guy, always learning something of dubious relevance. When I was young I couldn’t get my kicks  through being a straight-up badass like my brother, who I assume got some satisfaction out of being universally respectable:


So I had to develop all kinds of unexpected skills and personal facts. In lieu of genuine approval, my ego inflates upon receiving surprise or even aghast at my decided quirkiness. Yeah, I’m wearing orange pants. Because I like orange pants. You think I suck at football? Well I don’t suck at drinking root-beer floats. Don’t like hanging out with me? Well guess what? I like not having any friends.

Well OK it wasn’t quite that bad. And now that I look back, I guess I wasn’t all that quirky either. But I did take home what Napoleon Dynamite said about girls only wanting boyfriends that have great skills. To this end I developed the ability to study like a maniac: with great intensity and very briefly on any given subject. In preparation for my first surfing trip in high-school I spent hours on the Internet researching boards, beaches, breaks, waves and wet suits. The day of our trip, Jake and Connor were blown away by my know-how. Or I guess that’s just know. I never did catch a wave, but then again I was surfing the icy waters of Washington State in a wet suit so thick I looked like the Michelin Man.

I’m not boasting, though I have upon occasion. I’m just laying down an empirical fact: I’m a studying machine when I want to learn something. Over the last year or so, it’s been drawing. I picked it up when I first came to Plum Village, and it’s grown into something of a passion. At first it was hot ‘n cold, you know? But destiny has flung us into each others arms.

After the Winter Retreat ended in January 2015 I found myself in the hospital in Bordeaux, helping to take care of our teacher. He had just woken up from three months in a coma. For those who don’t know, he had couple of massive strokes in November 2014. Me and some of my bros were doing shift work with Thay, and then we had the long hospital days to kill in the hospital hotel. Drawing was my anti-drug. So if you’ll indulge me, I’ll post some shots from my sketchbooks over the past year. My buddy Cole told me that I have to post my crappy sketches too, so I can’t pretend that I picked up a pen and miraculously drew one day. I’ve got a long way to go, and what progress I’ve made is due to practice and nothing else.

Here are a few pages from my first sketchbook. The whole point of these sketchbooks is that they force me to draw real things, people, and situations, so none of these are from imagination. They’re direct recordings of me struggling to understand what I see.

This one is from the hospital. Lots of people to draw in a hospital, and lots of sadness, sickness, and death. We went to the park to feed the birds when we had time. We were like, “Whoa! This park is like bird paradise! There’s like a million different kinds of birds here!” But then we realized that it was bird prison, and all the birds had their wings clipped.

First-Sketchbook-01These gems are from a little later, when I was back in Plum Village. The struggle is real. I like the little dude in the bottom right, who was supposed to be human but looks like a penguin on human legs… with a cane.


And here’s the big reveal after the surprise make-over. Four or five months later, some of these ghastly things begin to resemble humans:

First-Sketchbook-03Next time: the next sketchbook!

2 thoughts on “Art History Month Part 1

  1. Love you art. One day if you get inspired would you sketch your father. He looks so much like my dad, your grandpa and I would love to have a sketch of both. If you need a photo of my dad, I could send you one. I enjoy you words and the truth of them. There is nothing negative about searching the universe. LU

  2. You always did have a knack for picking things up rather quickly and with a meaty depth of understanding. I always admired your ability to progress your knowledge on any given topic, in fact, I still do. You were, and still are, a badass in my book buddy. I learned a great deal from our friendship and brotherhood growing up, and to this day I find myself making newfound revelations that are inspired by your humbled and inquisitive perspectives. After our meeting last fall, I found myself refreshed and enlightened once again by your inadvertent teachings (whether you knew it or not I was learning something from you). I’m glad to see you’re doing well and progressing your artful connection to the world around you. It’s truly inspiring. I’m also amazed at the lack of ‘left handed smudges’ on your sketches ;)… Stay well old friend. Can’t wait to see you again!

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