Elementary School Assembly

The kids noticed I was drawing them, so when we got back to the classroom after the assembly they wanted to see what I'd done. "Don't be upset," I warned them, "You're much cuter than I've drawn you." They enjoyed pointing each other out and recognizing themselves, but Sophie (with the flower in her hair) asked, "Why do we look mad?" I could say it's because they had to sit on cold hard linoleum for an hour, but the truth is, I need to work on the way I see, and hence draw, mouths.

Jeep Ride to Tacoma Marathon x 2

Drawn while Jackie drove us to Tacoma for the Marathon. Twice. Because we got all the way there and I realized I'd forgotten my money. She was not happy. I felt horrible. But I had time to do a drawing in the bumpy jeep. I still feel bad. Sorry, Jackie!

Acapulco Rat

Happened in April.

A Dream.

Pipes #2

I walk by this hardware at least four times a week on my strolls to Ballard. When the light hit it just right it was time to draw.

Waiting out a sunburn

Fooled by the cool breeze, I cooked myself the first day of my vacation and had to avoid the sun for a few days, only swimming in the early mornings and late afternoons when the sun was low. So during the days, I drew, read half a dozen books, and chatted with the locals in my fledgling Español.

In the pink. No. 8

The last of the eight houses for the Magnolia show.

Drove out to the family property on Green River to draw, but over the years I've drawn every nook and cranny of the cabin and grounds and couldn't get inspired. On the way home I pulled across the street from the Ravensdale Market and sketched the store as several locals asked to see what I was doing. "I used to draw," said one old timer who looked like a down-and-out Santa Claus, "but I gave up and threw all my stuff away. You got good details in there." As he walked back to his car, he said, "Yeah, I used to do that."

House #7

“To be content with little is difficult; to be content with much, impossible.” 
― Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach, Aphorisms

A box of stuff.

“A house is just a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get more stuff.”
― George Carlin

Magnolia House #5

HillHouse

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.
-Khalil Gibran

Another humble Abode in Magnolia, Seattle

A man's home is his castle. Sometimes literally.

A little shack in Magnolia, Seattle.

Yellow house in Magnolia, Seattle

Interview with Danny Gregory for An Illustrated Journey

Click this link to watch: http://vimeo.com/58412013

Donna's Place

Inept in the kitchen, I brought the steaks to D's and sketched her living room while she cooked dinner. Brussels sprouts, potatoes and acoustic music completed the meal. The sack in the background holds some of the giclée prints for my March 9th show at Trove Vintage Boutique, Ballard, Seattle.

Space Oddity

Space Oddity, Ballard, Seattle. The owner is a musician from Seattle's grunge days. His wife brought him a sandwich while I drew and he called me good luck because some kid came in while I was drawing and bought a $900 table for his tiny apartment downtown. The owner's gentle dog came out of hiding to sniff me over then disappeared again while I finished the drawing just as the place closed at 6pm.

Silhouette

As I drew this, I thought my pens were leaking tiny little drops of water. Then I realized the roof was leaking. It smelled like grandma's attic and the radio played such sad music: In The Still of The Night, Save The Last Dance For Me, I Am Music. To make matters worse, the sun came out, finally, but I was trapped inside, midway into a drawing. But the elderly woman who owns the place was kind and curious about why I would want to draw her dusty old junk and came outside to wave as I drove off.

Third Place Books (Vios)

Squash soup and studying with Dr. Helfgott

 at Third Place Books, Seattle.