Acrylic-as-watercolor of Nana’s electric washing machine. My sister still uses it.
The drainage hose hooked over the front of the tub isn’t connected to the lid leaning up to the right.
Note the “dead man” lever at the top left to knock with your elbow if you accidentally fed a finger (or the famous tit) into the wringer.
The thing at the very top is a splash guard, pivoted down when in use. Think of what you lift off/out of a printer to clear a paper jam.
Beniyah Ingram: student/intern/employee/successful business owner
Lamppost on the balustrade by the Arno River in Florence, scratchboard-looking study with ink and gouache, and an acrylic of a friend’s father from a photo taken by his son-in-law. He was originally squinting at the label on a can of green beans.
Pseudo-photograph in gouache for Howard Waldrop’s “The Ugly Chickens”, and an ink and acrylic for George R. R. Martin’s “The Monkey Treatment”, worked up for the first Mile High Con I attended – 1983 (drove to Denver from Nebraska). Martin was the Guest of Honor, Waldrop the Toastmaster, and these were recent stories. Each purchased the other’s as a gift for them. I was credited with being clever; I was flabbergasted (and not a little naive). I would rather draw and paint than mow the yard.
One of the covers for the monthly publication for the Denver Area Science Fiction Association. They always were snapped up at the MileHighCon art show. People bid them up ridiculously.
There was a shark for Ed Bryant (he’s admiring her rose tattoo).
A teapot cozy for Connie Willis, who is well-known for her affection for St. Paul’s in London. Courtney and her daughter Cordelia affected to be much put out that when they were eager to move on to Hampton Court while there was still enough light for the maze, she was frantically scribbling notes down in the crypt which had been the bomb shelter during the Blitz.
Courtney kindly offered to help with my treadle conversion, and on one of his trips he smuggled Connie’s favorite teapot, swaddled in a towel, in a SkilSaw box so that I could grab pattern notes. The dome lifts off.
Graphite: a texture study. He was using his hands as a viewfinder. Too bad about the glare on the glass.
Moi and Charlie. I looked like a little kid until my late forties; I was so glad when my hair started to grey and I got wrinkles. People finally started listening to me.
Monroe, the Wonder Dog. He went almost everywhere with me for close to fifteen years, including a film shoot where I was the Art Director. A great favorite of the cast and crew, who sneaked him into some of the footage.
Some of the illustrations for Angel’s book (someone else did the cover).
Quick sketches from a student trip to Egypt. The fellow on the right was one of the hotel attendants who were doing their statue bit in the halls and common rooms. I was trying to figure out how his pants/skirt? worked without being rude. Years later I ran across traditional patterns that explained their construction. I also had a student (portrait of her above) who wore ethnic dress who was very firm on whether the ankle opening should be set into the side or bottom, as that was a gender marker.