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Watercolor artwork in progress featuring Denver's Von Miller bearing down on Carolina QB, Cam Newton.

Watercolor artwork in progress featuring Denver’s Von Miller bearing down on Carolina QB, Cam Newton.

To celebrate #SB50 my latest in progress… @Millerlite40 @CameronNewton #camnewton #vonmiller #artwork #watercolor

Thanks for Everything Mets!

So it’s Monday morning and my normal Monday Morning Blues are compounded by the events of last night’s World Series Game 5.

After a restless nights sleep, I have to focus on the positives. It was a season where the Mets were playing with house money throughout the playoffs. Nobody picked them to even make the playoffs this year, let alone be playing on November 1st. The fact that they ran into an unbelievable Royals team shouldn’t cloud the fact that 2015 was a year to remember.

-Harvey’s return from Tommy John surgery,

-deGrom’s 10 pitch 3 strikeout All-Star game appearance,

-Bartolo Colon slapping base hits and carrying his bat to first base, not to mention his behind the back flip to first for the out,

-the emergence of rookie sensation, Michael Conforto,

-Wilmer’s tears,

-weeks of Cespedes Magic,

-the rally parakeet,

-sweeping the Nats with the division on the line and then never looking back,

-the inspiring dedication, hard work and class of David Wright,

-the long-awaited debuts of both Noah Syndergaard and Steven Matz,

-a historic and unprecedented playoff home run stretch for Daniel Murphy to put us in the Fall Classic,

-the first World Series Games in Citi Field.

It truly was a season to remember. If you aren’t a Met fan, you won’t have a clue what I’m talking about. A Baseball season is 162 games, plus 2 rounds of playoffs just to get to the World Series. So to brand the season a disappointment would be ridiculous. Am I disappointed? Sure. But looking at all the fun and memories the Mets gave us fans this season, you have to see it for the great year that it was. THANK YOU Mets!!!!

So, with last nights completion, Dana gets her husband back. (A mixed blessing I’m sure… Be careful what you wish for… ?)

The best part? The future for the Mets looks VERY bright. I’d like to think next year I’ll be writing a similar story, with a more satisfying World Series result. But I think I’ll just try to enjoy the ride regardless, because I love this team. The Mets have placed another stamp marking the events of 2015 on the timeline of my life. (“I remember that, because I remember that’s the the year the Mets went to the World Series against the Royals…”)

Thank you Mets for a great Season! …How many weeks until Spring Training starts again…? ⚾️

 

-Let’s Go Mets!!!

 

Let’s Go Mets !!!

 

I swear… I am 11 years old at heart! Haven’t been able to concentrate all day. World Series Game One starts soon… Let’s GO METS!

Fighting Ronda Rousey Pt.2

OK. The “fighting” I’m talking about is metaphorically speaking.

Prior to starting my latest piece I wanted to do something a little different. So I chose to do a high contrast, black and white drawing… And I wanted to incorporate some text. I chose UFC Bad-Ass Ronda Rousey and as is to be expected, it has been a fight and a struggle for me. So as daunting as actually stepping into the octagon with her may be, I’ve been fighting with getting this drawing right, from its very beginning. So far… predictably, she’s kicking my Ass.

I always say that drawing is “seeing”. You “see” 3-dimensions as flat blocks of color or shade and you just draw them onto the page that way. Well… Sometimes your eyes apparently play tricks on you because this one, so far, has been hard. I’m not even half done yet… So the final product is yet to be determined, but I thought you may like to hear the anxiety filled musings of the artist while he’s in the process.

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You can see from this first sketch with just basic shades laid in where I was going. Sometimes not having a background in place can be a challenge because the blackest blacks seem rigid and overly dark. But you just have to soldier on, trusting it’ll be right. Otherwise, sometimes you can put the background in later and it all looks washed out. At any rate, you can see where I was headed. Next comes a lot of blending, smoothing and shading…

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So part of any drawing is getting the features correct. It’s something I pride myself on. Look how messed up her features and mouth got. It only takes a fraction of an inch, a too light shadow, too dark line to mess it all up. I was pretty annoyed with myself and I walked away for a bit. I also find that snapping a pic with my phone and then looking at that helps see it more clearly…

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So this is where I am now. A lot of the facial features are corrected, but it still doesn’t quite look right to me. I think as I add her hair shadow and darkest darks it will be OK. But I’m starting to wonder if the photo I’m using for reference even looks like her! lol

That’s all for now. I hope this was interesting for you… If not, it’s fine. I’ll just chalk it up to therapy for me…

Fast forward from there… I absolutely “hated” that piece as it was. It wasn’t a bad drawing, it simply didn’t look like Ronda Rousey to me. I got mixed reactions and finally decided to junk it and start over.

SO… We started again…

Rousey version 2

I went a different way with this pose… More activity and I felt the wrinkled forehead was more typical. This version progressed more quickly… As most good drawings do. It was slowed by the Mets victory over the Dodgers in the playoffs because I temporarily lost my mind with joy, but I digress…

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At this point I just blending like crazy…

Ronda 2

And here’s where I stand at this point. Unfortunately most of the rest of my Sunday will be taken up by Football and then the Mets and Cubs go at it again tonight. I also need to do some work to the background… In case you can’t tell there’s a bright light source just over her left shoulder and I may try to define that a bit. In the meantime, I have a question. This pose screams for a Ronda Rousey quote in the background. What’s your favorite Rousey quote?

 

Fighting Ronda Rousy…

OK. The “fighting” I’m talking about is metaphorically speaking.

Prior to starting my latest piece I wanted to do something a little different. So I chose to do a high contrast, black and white drawing… And I wanted to incorporate some text. I chose UFC Bad-Ass Ronda Rousey and as is to be expected, it has been a fight and a struggle for me. So as daunting as actually stepping into the octagon with her may be, I’ve been fighting with getting this drawing right, from its very beginning. So far… predictably, she’s kicking my Ass.

I always say that drawing is “seeing”. You “see” 3-dimensions as flat blocks of color or shade and you just draw them onto the page that way. Well… Sometimes your eyes apparently play tricks on you because this one, so far, has been hard. I’m not even half done yet… So the final product is yet to be determined, but I thought you may like to hear the anxiety filled musings of the artist while he’s in the process.

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You can see from this first sketch with just basic shades laid in where I was going. Sometimes not having a background in place can be a challenge because the blackest blacks seem rigid and overly dark. But you just have to soldier on, trusting it’ll be right. Otherwise, sometimes you can put the background in later and it all looks washed out. At any rate, you can see where I was headed. Next comes a lot of blending, smoothing and shading…

image

So part of any drawing is getting the features correct. It’s something I pride myself on. Look how messed up her features and mouth got. It only takes a fraction of an inch, a too light shadow, too dark line to mess it all up. I was pretty annoyed with myself and I walked away for a bit. I also find that snapping a pic with my phone and then looking at that helps see it more clearly…

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So this is where I am now. A lot of the facial features are corrected, but it still doesn’t quite look right to me. I think as I add her hair shadow and darkest darks it will be OK. But I’m starting to wonder if the photo I’m using for reference even looks like her! lol

That’s all for now. I hope this was interesting for you… If not, it’s fine. I’ll just chalk it up to therapy for me… More coming soon.

 

Carli Lloyd’s Instagram Bio Pic

 

This is Carli Lloyd’s Instagram. I particularly like her Bio pic. Looks like she found some Artwork from the World Cup that she really liked! Wonder where she found it?! Lol ⚽️???
#carlilloyd #uswnt #ussoccer #fifawomensworldcup #art #illustration #imagesportsart #sportsartist

Ed’s Blog -Is it really “Just a Game”…?

I’ve heard lots of people say it… “It’s just a Game.”

–     Those are the words of someone dismissing the importance of whatever sporting event or game that they happen to be watching or commenting on. This person almost certainly doesn’t own a replica jersey, they probably don’t even have a favorite team… and they absolutely don’t spend the extra $250 for the NFL Package so they can watch the New York Jets in Phoenix, AZ. They’re just being… “logical.” But to people like me, they couldn’t be more wrong.

–     I’m not implying that Sports, or Matt Harvey’s return from Tommy John surgery is more important than who is running for President, the price of gas… or other life-changing events in the world… but I think it’s naïve to just lump all Sports together and just dismiss them.

–     Growing up, Sports shaped my life. Whether it was building a makeshift Bobsled track on the hill in the front yard, backyard tackle football or playing “Home Run”, (a waffle ball game played with two players, the green hedge/home run fence between ours and Paul Gorsuch’s yard, and pretending to be Johnny Bench) sports are how I marked the events of my life.

–     I remember trading Baseball cards in Mark Thompson’s basement, watching the 5th game of the New York Mets’ 1969 World Series win over the Orioles.It was the beginning of a love affair with the “Amazin’s” that continues to this day. I was 8.

–     I remember listening on the radio to Joe Namath throwing 6 touchdown passes against Johnny Unitas and the Colts. I was mesmerized as I sat in the basement of our house, so happy because Namath was finally back after missing almost 2 years to injuries. I didn’t even care that they lost the game. (Seems like I spent a lot of time in the basement…what’s up with that, Dad?) I was 11.

–     I remember anxiously awaiting the new issue of Sports Illustrated each Friday and consuming every word. Those stories and images still live in the recesses of my brain. (Much to my Dana’s continued exasperation…) I was once asked a Trivial Pursuit question about the Olympics, pole vaulting & the USSR. Well, the only Soviet pole vaulter I’d ever heard of was… “Sergei Bupka”. (Obviously a name that sticks in an 11 yr old’s mind) I’m not sure what he did in the ’72 Olympics, but he was the correct answer and the stunned disbelief from the others at the table was priceless.

–     I remember drinking Yukon Jack with my roommates in the dorms of Tower 2 at SUNY Buffalo, watching the US Hockey team’s “Miracle on Ice.” I was 20.

–     I remember watching Dwight Gooden’s Mets lose to Fernando Valenzuela’s Dodgers in May of ’85 while I waited to get married. I associate the ’86 World Series team to Seattle because that’s where I was, sitting by myself, rally cap on backwards as I watched Mookie’s ground ball go between Buckner’s legs.

–     I remember Jessica, just a tiny infant, sick with a fever, feeding her Strawberry Italian Ice to try to break her fever, terrified that I had no idea what I doing, while Magic and the Lakers won Game 6 of the ’88 NBA Finals in the background.

–     I remember Eddie getting a baseball tossed to him at his very first Arizona Diamondbacks game during their inaugural 1998 Season, and his nonchalant response… because stuff like that always happened to him. 🙂

–     I remember being with the whole AFCS “Liberty” soccer team and their families at Doc Beckwith’s house as we watched Mia Hamm and the US Women change the world for millions of young girls as they captured the 1999 FIFA Women’s World Cup. Michelle Akers’ performance that day will forever be etched in my mind as one of the most inspiring things I’ve ever seen… and all most people remember is Brandi Chastain after that last penalty kick.

–     …I remember 9-11… the loss, anger and confusion. I remember the Diamondbacks and Yankees… and not because I’m from NY and it was one of the greatest Series’ in the history of MLB, but because it truly helped the Nation begin to heal… to start to feel that things might just be able to be OK again.

I could go on and on…

–     It ISN’T “just a game.” My love for the Jets is a reflection of where I came from. Is that corny? Probably, but it’s still true. That’s why I draw Sports… to celebrate the importance of these heroes in our lives. If you’re a person who footnotes events of their life with Sport memories and athletes, then you’re my kind of person. If you dismiss it as “just a game”… you’re WRONG. (But you won’t know it because you probably didn’t read this far anyway. lol) The feeling of melancholy, joy, pride… the way it transports you back to that time… that’s what I try to capture with my Art. Hopefully, looking at some of my work helps you do the same.

What do you think? Just a game? What sporting event sticks out for you as a milestone event in your life?

Ed’s Blog -“Heroes on the Wall…”

I was thinking this morning about… “WHY?
–     Why do people buy Art? Why does someone see a piece of Art… have an emotional response, make a decision, put money out, purchase it and then display it in their home or office?? There are plenty of deep, psychological explanations I’m sure. But I think it’s simple. They have a personal connection to it. Think about what’s on your wall. It probably has a story. It’s a place you visited or you want to visit… or it’s something you relate to… or you know the Artist… or something makes it personal. Displaying it says something about you too. Some people may be able to subjectively look at a piece of Art and enjoy it only for its sheer beauty. I’m not one of them.
–      Obviously, I’m thinking about it pragmatically… What should I paint next? What would people want to see? If I want my work to be seen, desired and ultimately to make $… I should consider these things, right?

–      Conversely, why am I inspired by certain subjects and not others? After all, I could paint landscapes, or wildlife… or architecture… or Blake Shelton. (Take it easy, Blake fans… I like Blake. It’s just a random example) Why am I drawn to Sports?
–      Growing up, pictures, posters and magazine covered my walls. My Mom even covered one wall in corkboard so that I could go nuts putting stuff up and not destroy the walls with little holes and tape. I remember Namath, Seaver & Bench. There were Movie posters, Actors, even High School athletes that I admired clipped from the newspaper. I didn’t call them that, but they were my heroes.
–      I think logically, everything I put up evoked an emotion in me. I saw those figures and I was filled with a sense of awe, admiration, or respect. I didn’t necessarily want to be that person… but I certainly wanted to hold on to what they made me “feel”. I didn’t actually want to be “Joe Namath” but he stirred an emotion in me. (Ok, I DID kind of want to be Joe Namath.)
–      These were athletes who achieved on a grand scale and allowed my heart and emotions to soar right along with them. Putting something on the wall to remind me, to re-live their achievements? That isn’t something that goes away when you go off to College, or when you get married, or when you have kids. In that respect, I’m still a 12 year old. (…My wife would argue I’m still 12 in many other ways, as well.)
–      Speaking of “Heroes”, it’s annoying to me how we misuse that word. A “Hero” by definition is “A person noted for feats of courage or nobility of purpose.” A young man or woman who goes off to a foreign land to fight for our freedoms is a HERO. A 5 year old who calls an ambulance when a family member has an accident or someone who takes a cellphone video that results in someone being caught by authorities is NOT a Hero. I’m not saying for a second that that downplays the importance of that person’s actions. It is often amazing, impressive and worthy of being celebrated. But a “Hero”? I believe that is a title that needs to be aspired to. It’s like the word… “Awesome”. The very meaning of the word suggests that it provokes “awe and wonder”. The Grilled Chicken Wings at CK’s Bar & Tavern in Ahwatukee are really, REALLY good. But “awesome”, may be a bit of a stretch. But I must admit, I too have erroneously used “awesome” to describe them. (Single Barrel Jack Daniels Sour Mash Whiskey however, IS awesome…) But I digress…
–     …Oh yes… my Heroes on the wall.
–      A Hero is also defined as “noted for special achievement in a particular field: ie. the heroes of Major League Baseball.” So, I realize that the emotional response I have to them is what also makes them interesting to me artistically. It’s probably why someone can appreciate my work for what it is visually, but not be compelled to buy or collect it. That’s OK by me… That athlete in that work just wasn’t one of your heroes. I received a huge response on Social media when I posted a drawing I did of Robin Williams. It got thousands of views on my page alone, not counting re-posts. (A large number for me and my fledgling page at the time) I mention that because, I was emotionally compelled to draw that portrait. It took me about an hour, and I actually did it sitting in my car when I heard the sad news of his death. Obviously it resonated with many others as well… and it wasn’t only the drawing or the skill it took to do it. Robin Williams was a man who was definitely “noted for special achievements in a particular field.” He was loved and his affect on people was immeasurable.

– So what’s the take-away from this morning of intense reflection? (First of all, I clearly “think too much.”) But to put it another way, regardless of whether you’re 8 or 80, everyone has heroes. It’s not something you grow out of when you graduate from High School. And I understand I can’t create or choose a subject to suit the audience any more than a composer can just write a song that “everyone” will like. I’ll have to stick to subject matters, events and “heroes” that I’m personally inspired by. Chances are, if I do my job well, there will be others that will be moved by them as well… even if it is Blake Shelton.