My father would take on various inking and lettering projects, the most notable being a Robinson Crusoe comic. He also had a few students that corresponded with him in order to get his thorough critiques. This is one of the few images that exists of him at his drawing table.

Who is she? She is a composition, a work of art, a jumble of tiny marks, chugging and enduring until the pen is lifted from the paper and a new line is begun. Her face, at once sensual and stark, has a hint of madness. Her hair is unkempt. The paper is old and worn, [...]

It’s funny that I didn’t notice right away that this cowboy’s right arm was drawn in two different places. I was focused on his face and his hand, and wondering what he might have been thinking about. My father was a master at misdirection, or the art of hiding things in plain sight. He also [...]

My parents were married on the eve of World War II. As with most women of that era, my mother remained a virgin until marriage and, because of circumstances, even afterward. She was head-over-heels in love with my father, and then he was whisked away to storm the beaches of Normandy. They could not be [...]

Available as prints and cards in the Cafépress store. 8 x 10, ink on paper.

I am drawn to this portrait because the woman in it resembles my mother. I imagine she was interesting to my father for the same reason. It is also curious to note that the face looks somewhat detached from the hair, almost as if it is a mask behind held by the hand. I suppose [...]

5 x 7, graphite on paper.

I spent many countless quiet moments watching my father draw, and I can see by the thickness and character of the line the certain movement of his hand, a sure flick of the wrist as his hand left the paper momentarily, and he breathed out in quiet triumph of this small, yet infinitely large, accomplishment. [...]

I’m happy to say that “My Father’s Hand” has been listed in “Yahoo! Picks” (Sept. 9th) and has been receiving more than 500 visitors a day for the last several days. Of course, if the nice folks at Drawn! hadn’t noticed, none of this would have happened. Thank you to everyone who has left a [...]

There is something very peculiar about the feeling of this sketch. The woman is posed as if she might be dancing, but her face seems to be completely expressionless, and in a way, taunting. My father was a very private man, and kept some very big secrets. For me, she seems to represent some sort [...]