One Night in a Grave

I got permission to post this poem so I thought I'd repost the drawings to go with it. Thanks Ted.





One Night in a Grave

I had a job that kept me late
And the way back home was scary.
It skirted to the edge of town
Then through the cemetery.

It wasn’t bad, I told myself.
The path was quite well traveled.
I sang a whistled little tunes
To keep my senses raveled.

One moonless night as I rushed along
Humming a nervous tune,
I fell into a hole they’d dug
For a grave that afternoon!

I panicked at the very thought
And scrambled to get out!
But the fresh, damp earth just crumbled in;
I commenced to scream and shout!

Then reason ruled and I settled down
Resigned to bear my fate.
They’d soon be back to fill the hole.
I’d not have long to wait.

As I sat back and went to doze
And in the silence waited,
Another fellow tumbled in
And he was inebriated!

I smiled as he fussed and clawed and failed
The same as I had done.
He didn’t see me in the dark.
He thought he was all alone.

I touched his arm and softly said
“You’ll never make it buddy.”
“There’s no way out so just relax.”
“You’ll just get spent and muddy.”

But I was wrong! He gasped a breath
And shouted “Lord forbid!”
His frame uncoiled a mighty leap
And make it he truly did!

© Ted C. Hindmarsh
November, 1978

Illustration Friday: Fresh

Not a lot of time for much more than a quick sketch slapped with color. Mooo!

Black n White

Just playing around with some b&w styles. Which one do you prefer?

Original sketch

Original painting

Converted to b&w

inked line with value added in Photoshop

Lost artwork found!

Researchers have uncovered two very old, very valuable pieces of artwork. As far as I can tell these are some of my earliest works. They were both included in letters to my oldest brother, Lee, written some 30 years ago. I was 5 or 6 years old. They were carefully preserved—probably in some kind of airtight vault.

In this first illustration, I'm sure you can appreciate the strong compositions, the well-developed characters, the limited pallet, and the incorporation of text. Amazing. My brother is an avid hunter, hence the theme. I placed myself, the guy with the gun, into the illustration, surrounded by cute forest animals in a cozy woodland scene. Bambi's got nothing on me. A tiger, a spotted leopard, a curious bunny and what I'm sure is a majestic eagle all living together under a spider like sun while I stand there shooting fiery blasts from my rifle into the air like some kind of crazed rebel, and yet still finding time to send a cheerful "Hi Lee" to my Bro. This drawing has so many levels that it is hard to find the deep meaning hiding therein, but I'm sure it exists and I'm sure it is a strong statement that I was making. Maybe I was protecting the animals from an unseen alien invasion? You don't know.

The second piece clearly shows my ability to spread peace and joy throughout the world. Children are snuggled in their warm beds dreaming of the piles of presents Santa is sure to bring them, while overhead ole St. Nick is rocketing through the star-filled sky, led by his faithful reindeer. Thin wisps of smoke trail from the chimbleys (that's what my dad calls them) of the humble little homes under the moonlit landscape. Can you feel the peace and joy yet? I used red and white to emphasize the Christmas theme with just a touch of brown to bring it all together. It's like a friggin Hallmark card.

So you can see I was destined to become an artist. I'm sure my parents kick themselves for not saving the "good stuff" from my even earlier years. Lucky for the world, these two rare pieces were saved to document the small beginnings of this artist’s life.

Illustration Friday: Escape

Hate it when that happens.
Quick sketch colored in photoshop.

G.O.T.-Gary

This is another sketch for my gallery of terror. I think maybe his name is Gary. He's a retired beach resort boat rental guy who took up pumpkin carving as a hobby and now travels with county fairs doing consultation work. I kind of like the way he is turning out, so I might paint him. I'll post it when it's done.

Update: Here is the painting. I started with sepia ink washes then added a little color with acrylics. Really quick but I kinda like the way it turned out.

Weeks sketches

A few doodles from the past couple weeks.

Illustration Friday: Depth

I think I'm still in the Gallery O' Terror mood (last post) because I'm still thinking about spooky stuff. This is what I thought of when I read the topic this week. I scribbled it during church. It is based on a poem that a neighbor of mine wrote. It is great. I'll see if he will let me post it. This picture also reminded of a lawyer joke...because deep down they're good people.

Gallery O' Terror

I'm teaching a little class as a guest illustrator at Brigham Young University. It is a class of senior illustrators and the deal is that a different guest illustrator comes and teaches the class once a week for three weeks. The first week I do the song and dance routine. Show my work, talk about the business and give them the assignment. The second week I have the students come to my house and visit my studio. We review sketches and I do a demo. Then we finish up with a final critique the third week. (This year it might even involve food. They wanted to have some kind of pot-luck dinner. I'm game. I'm bringing brownies) Anyway, the assignment I gave them this year is this: Gallery O' Terror!!! (spoken in a creepy Vincent Price kind of voice) It needs to be a children's book illustration. Either a double page spread or a single page illustration and a spot for the other page. Each page is 9x10 horizontal or vertical layout. The only rule tis year is that they must include a pumpkin somewhere in the illustration

The idea started years ago when I worked with a bunch of artists animating educational software for kids. It was really cute stuff. I mean sometimes it was waay too cute. So we found the only way to balance the cute was to periodically delve into the dark. Every fall we would do the Gallery O’ Terror. We would make a topic and everyone would do their own version and then we would hang them on our cubicle-wall gallery. Loads of spooky fun. This is where the idea came from. The reason I give the assignment in September is so that if a artist wanted could make a promotional postcard to send to art directors or to Grandma in time for Halloween.

My wife started taking a bunch of my past gallery submissions, framing them and hanging them in our living room at Halloween time. Those crappy little paintings started looking okay with a nice frame around them. So, now I try to do something each year to keep the gallery growing and to keep the too cute stuff at bay.

This is the sketch for this years painting. It is also the painting I was doing as a demo for the class. I’ll post the final when I finish it.

And here it is.

I include this assignment here for any reader who might want to participate or might want to begin their own Gallery O’ Terror for themselves (even if your not an artist). Of course you don’t have to follow my rules. Do whatever you want. You could email me a jpg or a link and I could post it. Now get to work. Your grade depends on it.

My daughter and her cousin joined in. Aren't they awesome.

Illustration Friday: Roots

So, I was thinking I wasn't going to do a IF this week. Too busy, didn't want to think of an idea.. blah blah blah. Then this morning I thought it would be funny to do a girl with dark roots in her hair. It evolved in to this. Enjoy.

Illustration Friday: Dreams

I thought I would go to bed early last night. I was very tired, my bed was very comfy, the windows were open to the cool night air. The perfect fall night. Perfect for perfect dreams. I would wake after having a great dream then I would do a great illustration of it. At least that was the plan.

Thwarted by a blasted mosquito! That dang bug buzzed my wife and I all night long. You know that feeling when you know a mosquito is there, and even if it’s not touching you, your mind starts thinking it is. It got me twitchin’ and itchin’ all night. I think I only got bitten 3 or 4 times, but it felt like a full squadron attack. I couldn’t stand it. I was wide-awake too. I finally got fed up and went down to my studio. So much for dreaming.

So, when it came time to draw something about dreams I was stumped. I could’ve illustrated an old dream from the past. Like that time I was pedaling my bike at top speed through the Utah desert with Ronald Reagan on my handlebars. We were chasing down jackrabbits. But, who wants to see a picture of that? Then I had it! I would draw the very thing that was plaguing my dreams. The killer mosquito. Drawn actual size. My new dream is to bite it back.

Mouse

Playin video games.

Routine Sketch

I did another little color study today. I did it as a learning experience. I was trying to do some different things with lighting because I think I often get stuck doing the same old thing. I think it is good to always try to improve your skills, and for me lighting and color are things I need to work on. Boring...

On a different note, the kids are back in school. Well, at least two of the four are. So life around our house can get back to some sort of normal. Our "routine" just seems to die during the summer. The kids are much happier on a routine and so am I. Now I can spend a lot more time in the studio with half the distractions. If I need a good distraction from work I have to make my own. Not very hard to do. Look, I'm writing this blog.

I have a busy fall ahead of me but that is okay because I love the fall. My studio has been so hot lately. I makes my hands all sweaty-- pencil gets all slippery--Paper sticks to your arms. Ugh! I hate that. Cooler days, less interuptions. Life is good. Now my two youngest will no doubt redouble their efforts in creating chaos. Their fall routine.

Illustration Friday: Reflection

Reflections make me think of puddles and water and mirrors-- stuff like that. I wasn't in the mood to draw puddles, water and mirrors. I was in the mood for spy gizmos. So, this is what I came up with. Lame? Maybe, but who cares. I did have fun playing with the color even though it didn't work all that great.

Update: I just did this sketch that I like much more.

McBloom

So, this is a big announcement or maybe it’s just a shameless plug. It’s the release of my newest book: Mrs. McBloom, Clean Up Your Classroom! It is the thrilling tale of the sweet Mrs. McBloom who is retiring after fifty years of teaching. She now has to make room for her replacement, but that is easier said than done. Her room is piled with clutter and build-up from her many years of teaching. Tons and tons of junk. Believe me, I had to draw it all. I even included the kitchen sink. She enlists the help of her students to come up with an idea to clean up the mess and craziness ensues.

I had a ton of fun working on this book and a bunch of looong nights, and I’m very excited about it. Hyperion recently sent me my first copy of it and I think it turned out great. That is always one of the best parts about doing a book. I spent months and months of my life looking at the same ole pile of sketches and paintings and to see it finally finished is a real pay-off.
For those of you who like to see the process, (I always do) I thought I would include the sketch of the cover for you to check out.

I typically do a drawing like this, scan, print and then paint it in acrylics. Officially the release date is September 1st, but I’ve heard that people have picked it up already. I know it is available online. If you would like to order one or view more images from the book go to my website.

I’m not saying that you need to run out and buy it yourself—I just want you to have someone buy it for you. Several copies, in fact. Tell your mom, friend or neighbor to do it. Mostly I just hope people have as much fun looking at it as I had making it.

Illustration Friday: Wisdom

Just a sketch this week. Just an early idea really. I promise to do better next week.

15 minutes

I dont' have a lot of time to do much this week except work but, I did think I could take 15 minutes to post something. So here are a few little acrylic paintings. They each took about 15 minutes to paint. I hope that explains the lack of craft and hands. Nothing really exciting. I didn't even know what they were going to be until I started putting something on paper. I guess he's a pirate of some sort and she is.. um.. beats me.

I'm currently working on another Ghostville Elementary book and it's keeping me very busy. I did the cover last week and I have to do the interiors this week. I missed last weeks Illustration Friday because of a these pressing deadlines and I'm afraid I might miss this weeks too unless I can find an extra 15 minutes.

Butler

I have been working on a little cd cover job all morning so I took break and did this. Just did another quick coloring of a sketch. Mostly just playing around. Hope you all enjoy it. Now I have to go back to painting for real.

Vinni

Yo, dis here is a little color study I did. It's a pencil sketch see, with color added in photoshop see, using a Wacom tablet. Know whaddimean? You don like it? I breaka yo face.

Illustration Friday: Aging

Old men are great. Especially if they have hats. No time for a real illustration but I did a bunch of sketches of old guys so that will have to do.

And some thoughts on aging...

I don’t feel old. I don’t know why that is. My body shows me that I’m getting older and fatter. I get the occasional sharp stabbing pain in my back that makes me walk funny for a week. I have aches where I never had them before and the hair that I can still call mine is now grey or is creeping down my back. Not to mention the fact that I now have four kids and I’ve been married a looong time. Okay, so I’m older (not old, I’m only 35) but inside I feel as young as ever.

This past week I was reminded of how just how old I am getting. Years ago I was made the scoutmaster of a small troop. It seems like just yesterday. Actually, it was about 10 years ago, but just yesterday I went out to lunch with two of those small 12-year-old boys—the very first two I worked with. They have since grown up. They’re 21 now. They both just returned from missions for our church and thought it would be fun to go to lunch with ole Papa Moose (that’s what they called me) and catch up on old times. They brought up a ton of old memories, some of which have been buried deep in my old senile mind. Things like:

“Hey Moose, do you remember that time I broke out half of my tooth so you pulled the rest of it out with the pliers on your pocketknife?”
“Remember when you taught us how to do back-flips off of the sand dunes?”
“Oh man, you got so mad at us when we…”
“How about when you dared us to jump into the ice-covered pond?”
“That was an incredible hike!”
“Remember when you broke the rope bridge and fell in the pond?”
“That was the best food!”
“We didn’t wash our face for a week.”

It went on and on. They had a million stories and it was great to hear them all.

I have been working with scouts and young men for all of these years, from those first two scouts through a whole mess of other ones, until a few weeks ago when I got a new assignment. I’m going to miss it. There is nothing more rewarding than watching these young stupid kids grow up to become men with strong values. Working with them can make you age very quickly (they gave me the grey hair) and yet at the same time make you feel younger than ever. I hope I never grow up.