Promised stuff from class

I promised some stuff from class but have been so busy. So here is the first assignment that I like how it came out.

it's a cross hatch ink drawing of a 1949 Carter Y-1 Carburetor

 

 

This drawing took a total of about 35-40 minutes.

I got the Carb a little dark to start with so I was a little worried about the shading, but it came out alright.

Sasha

My Cat was actually sweet last night and didn't attack me in my sleep. and I got some cute pics so here they are.

"WHY ARE YOU TAKING MY PICTURE?"

Shh it's a secret blog fest entry

Life is full of secrets. Secrets that feel like so many different things. Bad ones that feel like daggers in your side, good ones that make you feel like winning a prize, and even some that you just don't care about. In life it's like there is a Baskin Robins of secrets, but there are way more than the original 31 flavors. But if you are really lucky maybe someday you'll find someone to share them all with. If you find that person hang on for all you are worth.

Workin Hard

Been busting my hump something fierce lately. So not much to post other than "I'm tired" and that would get boring quick. But next week I'll start school and art classes so I'll be able to post what I do in class. Till then I'm resting ya'll.

Relativity of Time in the Human Mind

Have you ever noticed how days at work are so long? Or have you noticed how a day off seems like it's over before you even really get moving. I hate that. Lately my life seems full of projects 99% of which I have 0 time for. Admittedly most of them are of my own making and others are just general upkeep I have to catch up on. But a slow day in the shop at work seems like 5 years in a day. Whereas I walk into my back yard with a list of chores I'd like to accomplish and by the end of 2-3 the suns setting and I'm trying to figure out where my "Day Off" went. Oh well I guess it's just life. But I just thought I'd rant a little.

Daisy

I'm old and tired. I live out of doors all the time, longing for a home. I show the wear and tear of generations gone by and a life well lived. a young whipper snapper came along, scooped me up and promised me some youth and excitement again and though it seems to be taking him a long time to get that dream together. I sit here waiting for him to come through for me. He'll do it I know. He saw me in my tired state and saw potential. Someday I'll fly again . On the open road and I'll scream for joy. Living again in a Frankenstein type existence. More powerful than ever and with better capabilities than I had to begin with. But for now I wait for that day to come the parts to come together and make the magic happen. With a lot of hard work and a little luck they will.

Creations

Mostly I'm gonna show my rod and where it's at. Do to a change in circumstances it's been slowed down this summer so not much got done. But hopefully I'll get moving on it again soon.

Here it is before any work in Cowley WY

Taking her Home

 

Sitting next to the sedan that the guy I got her from replaced her with

The dash in the sedan

My engine before all the work

Speaking of work I've got to get there so I'll show more later.