It’s Time To Smell (and Draw) the Roses

Yellow rose

“What a lovely thing a rose is!…Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

In the past few weeks, the roses in our backyard have blossomed.  Normally, at this time of year, I am too annoyed with allergies to notice flowers.  But this year, I was taken with watching our roses grow from little green bulbs to full colorful flowers.  I could try to explain why I wanted to draw them, but the quotes I included in this post do a much better job.

Roses

“There is nothing more difficult for a truly creative painter than to paint a rose, because before he can do so he has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted.”
- Henri Matisse

pink rose

“One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.”
- Dale Carnegie

Uncle Jimmy

Uncle Jimmy

Last weekend, my Uncle Jimmy visited us.  He has lived in Paris for almost thirty years, so it’s not often we get to see him.  Last year, we unknowingly scheduled vacations to Vancouver on the same week (see my post, “Coola”), so we spent a few days with him there.  We had a great time, so we were excited about his trip to San Francisco.

When I was kid, Uncle Jimmy used to bring me presents, like Swiss chocolates (back when you couldn’t get them at Safeway), and my first Swiss Army knife.  He still brings gifts, but I enjoy seeing him more than I do the things he brings in his suitcase.  I particularly enjoyed watching him interact with my boys.  He taught them how to play croquet, and he told them about all the sites in Paris.  In a way, I got to relive his visits when I was a boy through my kids’ eyes.

He also introduced my boys to the song, “Anything You Can Do” (see video below).  It’s a hard song to get out of your head, and my boys keep singing it, so although Uncle Jimmy has now returned to Paris, he is most certainly still with us in spirit and in song.

We had a fantastic time, so now my kids are bugging me about when we are going to visit Uncle Jimmy at his home.  Bientôt mes fils, bientôt.

Travel Sketches – Hawaii

Mauna Kea

“The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only one page.”
- Saint Augustine

For the kids’ spring break, we joined my in-laws in Hawaii.  It’s hard not to have a wonderful time in Hawaii.  It’s the only place I have travelled to, where I step off the plane, and immediately decompress. 

We didn’t do much other than swim and relax, but I found some time to sketch.  As Danny Gregory wrote in his wonderful new book, An Illustrated Journey,

“When we document a journey in a sketchbook, we discover the difference between vacationing and traveling; we become adventurers, discovering new worlds through a thousand tiny details…the travel journal keeper clears his mind, refreshes his eyeballs and builds a cache of enduring memories.”

I have great memories from this trip, and here are a few I captured in my sketchbook.

Turt asleep

Condo

Stace & Ba

Lobby

Scan 2

Scan 1

When you travel, you don’t just see new places, you also meet new people.  On the way to LAX, Stacie and I met a family who lives only a few miles away from us.  While we were in Hawaii, we met Joe Sakic and his family.  I’m a Canucks fan, but it was cool to meet one the best centers to play in the NHL. 

And staying in the condo next to ours was a mom and her two daughters.  Her youngest was super friendly, and she entertained our boys for the week.  The eldest girl is an artist.  Although only in the eighth grade, her drawings are amazing.  We talked about sketching, I showed her my sketchbook, and I shared with her some of the blogs and artists I follow.

Before our neighbors left, the artist gave me a sketch and a thank you note for inspiring her.  As you can see from her drawing below, it was I who was inspired.

Morgan

Thanks Morgan.

Planes, Trains, and An Automobile – Sketches From the Road

Seat 36C

I have been traveling a lot this year, so I have been filling my pocket sketchbook with scenes from the road.  Below are some sketches from airplanes, the BART train, and a moving car.  I get headaches when I read in the car, but recently I tried sketching, and apparently that doesn’t bother me.  The last sketch was done in the back seat of a car on my way into Manhattan from JFK.

Airplane at terminal
Man in Seat & Hand
BART and plane sketch
BART sketch1
Driver

Although the sketch of my left hand is “the one that’s not like the others”, I drew it during a flight back from NYC, so it counts as a travel sketch (plus, it was just easier to scan the page with both sketches).

We just returned from a vacation to Hawaii, so I’ll share some sketches from that trip in my next post.

The Hiatus – 30 Days With An Empty Cup

Empty glass

A common expression in the martial arts is, “Empty your cup.”  The phrase is an analogy for knowledge and learning.  Those who think they know everything have a full cup.  If you try to teach these people something new, their cup overflows.  Therefore, in order to learn and to grow, you must first empty your cup.

For the month of April, some friends of mine and I have decided to go without alcohol.  In law school, one of these friends didn’t drink between the day after St. Patrick’s Day and June 1st.  During that time, he dedicated himself to studying and to getting fit.  I love the idea of committing specific time to learning, and to cleansing the body, so this year, we decided we would revisit his tradition.  Since we don’t have exams to study for, we decided that being alcohol free for 30 days was plenty.

So if you are up for a challenge of self-knowledge and personal improvement, empty your cup, and join us for The Hiatus.

Philip

SFMOMA sketch

Last weekend, I took my kids to SFMOMA for the first time.  After touring the museum, I asked them, “Which artwork did you like the best?”

My eldest was the first to respond, and he said, “The bull’s head” (referring to Damien Hirst’s Philip (The Twelve Disciples), a “ready-made” sculpture of a skinned bull’s head placed in a white framed case of formaldehyde, which sits on the floor in one of SFMOMA’s main rooms – see top left sketch above).

In high school, when I first heard that an artist had won critical acclaim for suspending a 14-foot dead shark in a transparent case filled with formaldehyde, I thought, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”  Since then, British artist, Damien Hirst, has become one of the (if not THE) most famous living artists in the world.

His paintings and sculptures are found in every major modern art museum.  His works fetch astronomical prices.  For example, in September 2008, Sotheby’s auctioned off a complete show of his artwork titled, Beautiful Inside My Head Forever.  At the end of the two-day auction, Hirst’s artwork sold for a total of £111 million ($198 million).  What’s ironic is that while Damien Hirst was filling his coffers, the rest of the world was losing theirs – the auction started the same day that Lehaman Brothers declared bankruptcy.  In his fantastic book, What Are You Looking At?: The Surprising, Shocking, and Sometimes Strange Story of 150 Years of Modern Art, Will Gompertz wrote,

“The art world appeared to be oblivious to the seriousness of the situation, as pickled animals and brightly colored paintings sold for their estimated prices or above.”

Such is the cachet of Damien Hirst.

With works that include dead animals, pharmaceutical bottles stacked on shelves, and colored dots painted evenly over a white canvas, part of me thinks that Damien Hirst is just “taking the piss,” and that for every £1 million increase in his bank account, he has a little chuckle at our expense.

But after learning more about the ideas behind some of his paintings and sculptures, I gained a healthy respect for Hirst, who other famous contemporary artists say is in a league of his own.  And if a seven-year-old chooses Philip as his favorite, out of all of the other pieces in SFMOMA, then part of me thinks that Damien Hirst is a genius.

What do you think?

P.S. My youngest son chose Super Nova, by Takashi Murakami, which was predictable, as it is a 30-foot brightly colored painting of anime mushrooms.  My other son chose two drawings by Lebbeus Woods, all of which are incredible, and one of which I sketched above.

Sketchbook Journal

Briones

I sketch because I enjoy doing it, but I also draw because it helps my memory.  Sometimes the past feels like a blur.  When my kids were infants, I bought them each a baseball glove.  Now they are playing little league, and I wonder where the time went.

Pinewood cars

So at the beginning of this year, to offset the risk of fleeting memories, I started a sketchbook journal.  It’s like my other sketchbooks, where I draw different subjects, but this sketchbook is chronological, and is meant to preserve specific events in my life.  It’s not a diary, as I don’t mind if people flip through it.  It’s just an illustrated record of memorable moments.

OBrien

Most of my sketches are of good memories.  I haven’t sketched my boys fighting with each other, and I didn’t sketch the crack in my windshield that I noticed this morning.  Maybe eventually I will capture the bad with the good, but for now, I’m drawing what I want to remember.

plane_the ba

Included in this post is a sketch of the back of an airplane seat.  I can’t say that moment made me particularly happy, but I have been traveling a lot this year, and I thought that a scene from one of my flights was appropriate to include.

Gung Hay Fat Choy

I don’t know how many more of these sketches I will share on The Hipping Post, but I figured you might like to see some examples of my other experiment in sketching and writing.

P.S. To see more examples of unique sketchbook journals, check out Danny Gregory’s An Illustrated Life.  It’s fantastic.