Allen's Zoo


Isle of the Dolls

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I went out early one morning this weekend for my walk. Earlier than my usual early. Before the sun had risen. When I got to the promenade there were a few cars. Another car drove up and three young girls got out. They were young. Young enough to make me wonder which one was old enough to drive? I also thought we must be the only people out. As they passed me they acted as guilty as heck…like they were hiding something. Shrug. One said “Hi!”, really just way to put on a face. She was the one with very long wavy hair. “Good morning”. They went down to the beach and I walked by. On my way back home I saw one of the group was sitting on the beach. The others were in the water. They were only a silhouette in the dark. Must have been cold. Skinny dipping?



Beach n’ People

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I know I’ve mentioned this before…I have the most fun sketching people. This is the first time I’ve sketched people on the beach. It hadn’t crossed my mind before getting into I’d get as much attention (back). It was alright though.



Desert Bats

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I could clearly see the desert environment in this sketch that I drew while waiting for the library to open. Sometimes it’s not so obvious.
One morning just as a gray of light was peeking over the horizon I took a walk. It was deserted and soundless except for the hum of streetlights. I rounded into a parking lot, where by then all you could see was a cloudy sky. Just then something flew silhouetted against that sky. I thought what kind of bird is that? When I asked myself that I realized it was no bird. It was flapping to stay aloft. Flapping like a bat. Then another. The silhouette was clear. The two were flying around right there not more than fifteen feet in the sky in front of me. Flying around as if they were playing. Now I know I said “cool”. Of course no one was there to hear me except the bats. I thought bats are more often found in deserts aren’t they? Well against that dark cloudy sky it felt like Transylvania.



The Glad Hatter

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Travel Sketching

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Drawing on the move.

 



Seen from a Cafe

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Beeing There

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Done in the car while waiting for the library to open. Bees were pollinating purple flowers next to me.

I’d like to share something I think is fun. The reaction I get from people when I’m out drawing or painting. When not in my car more often than not reactions are positive, like the Starbucks barista, saying he thought it cool. Occasionally my experiences are, let’s just say a bit awkward. Even so they’re often something I look back on with a smile, as they reflect the understanding of the person it’s coming from. On one occasion where I was drawing at coffee shop, a woman sat at the table next to me accompanied by her two children. As they were getting ready to leave she mentioned she was an artist too. She shook my hand and introduced herself. I noticed while one of her children had gone, the other had walked behind me (between myself and the wall). Mom noticed and noticed I noticed. As she and I continued our conversation, her daughter then got on one side of her and put both hands on her mother’s hip and began pushing. “Let’s go… I thought we were going to go.” I had said, “I guess she’s a bit protective. I remember my daughter was that way sometimes.” When her mother tried to continue talking her daughter came next to me, crossed her arms in front of her and said, nodding to my sketchbook I’d now closed, “Did you draw that?” I said “What,” opening it, “You mean this?” She then nodded over to a magazine on the nearby table and said “You copied that”. I said, “No, these are people who were here. I drew them.” Mind you, she was maybe nine or ten years old. By then mom was ready go. I could only smile. Happy Mothers Day.

 




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