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  • June 1st-Transitions and Challenges

    June 1st-Transitions and Challenges

    We’re told to draw from life as much as possible. Some artists even insist you should never work from photographs. But most of us don’t have studios or hired models standing by for three-hour sessions. We work with what’s available. And most of my drawings do come from photo reference.

    But I did manage to get two life drawing sessions at OT Artists in St. Paul this past month.
    They generally do a few three minute poses and then fill the time with one long pose.

    If I had my preferences, I would chose shorter poses, (maybe 20 minutes) or less), so we could have more dramatic gestures. When you have a long pose, it has to be something that the model can sit with for a long time and so we end up with these seated, (sort of boring), poses. But that is how they like to do things there and I am OK with it. It is the best place I have found for life drawing sessions and I will definitely take it when I can, (and when I feel like the drive into the city).
    A lot of the time I try to stay mobile with a smaller sketch pad so I can move around a bit and get different angles but this last time I just stuck with it and worked on one drawing. I like how some of the shadow shapes turned out and overall I am not completely unhappy with these.
    You can see them at this link, (viewer discretion advised):

    I also think part of the challenge of drawing from life has less to do with drawing itself and more to do with simply being there with other people. There’s a pressure in the room, (not really of course, but it’s manufactured in my head). I become aware that others can see what I’m doing, and that awareness can easily turn into second-guessing or self-consciousness. At the same time, drawing from direct observation asks more of you. But I’m starting to think that much of the struggle is just getting used to it and learning to settle into it long enough for it to feel normal.

    I also finished a large charcoal head study recently on 18”×24” paper that I’m somewhat happy with.

    What’s interesting is that I’m no longer sure that “getting better at drawing” is the thing I’m after. The technique continues to improve, which is gratifying, but I find myself asking different questions now. How do you make a drawing hold someone’s attention? How do you turn an accurate study into something that feels designed rather than merely observed? What makes one image memorable and another forgettable?

    I don’t have answers. Yet. But I will keep working on it and see what happens.

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    And a while back I finished these smaller charcoal drawings that I am also kind of am happy with:

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    As I continue transitioning, (ever so slowly), out of my role as a general contractor and into whatever comes next creatively, I have been having fun doing more designing of new homes and various projects. One thing I especially enjoy is generating perspective views from different angles and exploring how the spaces feel.

    For the past eight years or so, I’ve been using Chief Architect, a remarkably capable residential design program, (especially compared to some of the old CAD programs I used for so many years). These are just a couple examples of the kinds of images I develop during the planning and design process of a project like this. In this first one I was getting a realistic feel for the sun angle and how the sunset would look on the winter solstice.

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    More about these projects and this transition process in the future.

    “The impediment to action advances action. What stands in the way becomes the way.” — Marcus Aurelius

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    One of my favorite Rolling Stones tunes in it’s official video format brought to mind because of the sweet saxophone parts done by the great Sonny Rollins who we lost a week or so ago. I know there are countless better examples of Sonny Rollins music but this is where I landed today:

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  • Life drawing, May 2026

    Life drawing, May 2026

    I managed to get to a couple life drawing sessions at OT Artists in St. Paul this past month or so.

    This was a one page session in a sketch book 11″ x 14″, 2 hours total with a few 3 minute poses and then one long pose.  Mostly pencil and a little ink.

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    Then on the 27th I had another one. I decided to go big with a 14″x18″ sketchbook and charcoal.
    I missed the one male model they had last week, seems female models are more popular for some reason.

    These are three minute gesture drawings. I was trying to be big but that’s hard for me for some reason. Something I need to work on.

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    And this filled out the rest of the time, maybe and hour and a half if we take out the break times, (but I guess I pretty much keep drawing though the breaks)

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    If I had my preferences, I would chose shorter poses. Then we would have more dramatic gestures. When you have a long pose, it has to be something that the model can sit with for a long time and so we end up with these seated, (sort of boring), poses. A lot of the time I try to stay mobile with a smaller sketch pad so I can move around a bit and get different angles but this time I just stuck with it and worked on one drawing. I like how some of the shadow shapes turned out and overall I am not completely unhappy with these.

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  • Small Hands

    Small Hands

    I started a larger oil painting.
    Occasionally this happens, sometimes with good results but often it gets abandoned or just lays around looking disappointing.
    But I think I am getting better at just enjoying the process.
    I think… maybe…

    This is not huge, maybe 16” x 20”, but I consider that to be more than just a sketch, (and who really decides how we define these things).

    This is how this one is starting. I guess what we call an under-painting. Why yellow? Who knows? The frustrating part is often the feeling that this looks pretty good right here and anything I do to this will just make it worse. But on I go.

    Here are the first couple stages:

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    Maybe we will see it as it progresses or maybe it will fall by the wayside forgotten.
    Time will tell.

    This idea started on a plane ride home from visiting the grand kids.
    Hands are such a wonderful and beautiful part of the human anatomy but watching them at a young age, just getting started and then developing, is just fascinating.
    This is the sketch I made on the plane ride home:

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    Probably, as I study these reference photos to try and understand the structure and mass and volume and connections, I will be doing a lot more of them. I find that drawing things many times really helps me to see. But on the surface it just looks like I am drawing the same thing over and over. Here are some others I have been poking around with the past couple weeks:

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    On the subject of iterations and lots of lines, I made a little video of a sketch book that I filled recently:

    “The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Y

    A song for the moment:

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  • A used up sketch book April 2026

    A used up sketch book April 2026

    I used up all the pages in this old sketchbook… as I look through, some good stuff here and there and a lot of messiness, (but that is where some of the fun is). I don’t know where I got this sketch book. It doesn’t even have a cover. But I used it up, paper is paper.

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  • Following Will

    Following Will

    I’ve been following Will Steger on his recent trek. I don’t know why, usually I don’t take the time for this sort of thing. Something about the calm matter of factness of tone as he talks about his day.

    What stands out isn’t any grand achievement, but how unnecessary it all seems by most standards. No obvious payoff. Just the day-to-day act of living as it comes.

    Will refers to the Quiet Mind, the type of phrase we throw around a lot these days without really knowing what it means or how to find it.

    For me, most of my days feel scattered. Seems like too many things to do and often I end up doing too few of them. Safe to say the quiet mind is something that eludes me most of the time.

    I suspect many of us in this over-60 crowd are already doing the hard work of showing up and living intentionally without much fanfare. But in an internet environment where we see so much of men in their thirties and forties telling us how to age well and the bro-science we need to buy into, finding an older and quieter voice out there is refreshing.

    Listening to Will’s 5 minute daily updates has become a grounding moment in my mornings.

    You can follow his adventure here: https://www.stegercenter.org/2026log
    …and read more about the Steger Center here: https://www.stegercenter.org/

     

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  • April 1st 2026, Sketching from life sometimes

    April 1st 2026, Sketching from life sometimes

    We visited the grand kids and family this past month.
    Always a good time.
    I am glad that I am still able to get down on the floor and hang out with them at their level. It’s hard to imagine the energy it takes to raise kids and I realize how much of it all I struggle to remember.

    I didn’t draw as much when my kids were this age. Of course there were always excuses and thoughts of someday when I have more time.

    Note to my 20 year old self: every day, sometime in the day, stop for 10 or 20 minutes and draw whatever is in front of you.

    Some of the sketches are live and some from my phone camera, some of the better pages are just messy, (here are a few), but I like the feel of drawing from life. I feel like there is something more alive about it even though it doesn’t seem like much to look at afterwords. I am using mostly pen and ink here with a walnut colored ink in my Lamy fountain pen.

    On the plane ride home we had unfortunate seating arraignments that had me sitting in the middle seat between two strangers. Not liking the idea of strangers at my elbows when I am drawing I had intended to just sit and do nothing. But after snacks I started thinking about how to avoid thinking about getting to the bathroom from a middle seat so I pulled up a picture on my phone to draw and half hour later I had a flight attendant telling me to put up my tray. So I guess that worked… This is a with mechanical pencil with a 2b lead.

     

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    For some reason this beautiful old Jesse Winchester tune comes to mind as I read what I have written above:

    The sun shines on Biloxi
    The air is filled with vapors from the sea
    And the boy will dig a pool beside the ocean
    He sees creatures from a dream underwater
    And the sun will set from off towards New Orleans

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  • March 1st 2026 Wasting time

    March 1st 2026 Wasting time

    What if the tension I feel about art has less to do with time and more to do with meaning?


    In a recent discussion in my coaching program with Steve Huston, we talked briefly about the idea that when I am working at art, how do I know I am not wasting time? Or just trying to get over the feeling that I am just wasting time.

    This has always been a problem for me, I always feel like I am wasting time yet I can’t define what un-wasted time is. Seems like I always default at the definition: something that earns money. But that doesn’t even make sense.

    I always envied people who could spend time sitting in a boat or on the ice with a line in the water trying to catch a fish, or spend a couple hours firing up a sauna or preparing a meal and just enjoying the time spent.

    As Steve pointed out: is meditating wasting time? That’s about as close to doing absolutely nothing as you can get. What about exercise? What about taking a walk? What about just sitting still and breathing? And the one thing I know for certain IS wasting time, scrolling the internet mindlessly or watching videos or TV, I occasionally seem to have no problem with.

    So I need to try to stop thinking about doing art work as if it were somehow a waste of time. Or even a “hobby” that I do in my spare time. In the space where I am just trying to create the best version of myself, this might in fact be one of the most important places to spend my time.

    I did finish a larger work recently…(yes it happens).
    It’s amazing how many times and how long I have been sketching from this one reference photo to try to figure out what is important and what I am seeing and maybe even a little bit about what I want to say, (though I am never really clear on that). Flipping through some old sketch books here are just a few examples of my “thinking” process. There are undoubtedly countless others.

     

    I did an oil painting a long time ago of this idea that I was never happy with but I like how this finished piece turned out. Back to what I enjoy…pencil and lines. This drawing is about 14”x18” in size:

     


    “The object isn’t to make art, it’s to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable.”-From The Art Spirit by Robert Henri

    Richie Havens’ “Follow” feels appropriate today. Maybe sort of a call to let life lead, opening senses, following curiosity, and listening deeply to the world.

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    …if I loose my grip… will I take flight?…
    Bruce Cockburn

  • Winter 2026, (February 1st)

    Winter 2026, (February 1st)

    It’s amazing how stressful the start of winter always is. And then buy this time it is just the normal way of life. But days are getting longer…

    I was reading Arnold’s “Pump” newsletter the other day…
    In the midst of all the pushing of properly vetted, (meaning more expensive), products and the Pump app itself, occasionally there is useful actionable advice.
    A subject was stretch and flex, being present in every rep all the way through.
    Of course with Arnold, the answer to everything is through weight training but I take a little bit more when I can… whether it is in exercise or art or work, or just taking a breath or eating a meal, it is important to do each effort all the way and focus or embrace the process. We all know this of course but so easily we forget when the task is at hand and we are just going through the motions.

    How often I find myself rushing to get through something, taking half reps…
    Doing things half way or not quite all the way so I can be done.

    In the process of learning and growing, full intentional reps are worth the effort of course… Looking back there have certainly been enough times when I have come across something I wish I had taken the time to do right the first time..

    On the other hand, you need to be finished with a project at some point. Here are a couple small paintings that I thought were done quite a while ago but I kept pulling them back to the easel. They are now final varnished and done. But it took me a bit to get over that edge and I am still not sure they are as good as they could be. But despite what I said above, I think we also need to learn and move on.

    Either way, I guess the goal is just to live life intentionally and enjoy the process.

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    Reach

    I grew up in Minnesota and have lived here my whole life. I was raised in the Twin Cities, moved north to Ely in my early twenties, married, raised kids, built a home in the woods, and ran a business. Now, more than forty years later, I spend much of my time back in the Twin Cities. Wherever I’ve lived, I’ve always felt that being Minnesotan mattered. Even during my more reclusive years, I admired Minneapolis and St. Paul, Cities that, somehow, in this cold climate, became hubs of art, music, and diversity. Like any big city, they have problems. But I’ve always felt people here hold their heads up and look out for one another. Even the worst rush hour isn’t that bad, someone will let you merge. If you’re stuck in the snow, someone will usually stop to help.

    The past few weeks here have been crazy. Not because cities are inherently fragile, but because armed force was deliberately introduced into civilian spaces to provoke chaos and force a reaction. Armed men in camo and masks don’t make a place safer. They make it brittle. And when that happens, it’s regular people who absorb the stress.

    I like Minneapolis and St. Paul. Not because they’re ideal, but because of what it takes to live here. People endure the cold along with the humidity, the bugs, the long winters. You learn to prepare, to help, to be patient. You can travel a short distance and be in the woods or on a lake, and all that shapes how people think and live.

    Somehow, in this place on the far north end of the Mississippi, people from all over the world come and go and sometimes end up staying. They bring their food, their music, their art, their routines, their lifestyles and their disagreements. It didn’t happen by accident. It happened because people stayed, adapted, and built something together. That’s what I recognize in these cities.

    I don’t have a grand statement to make. What I do know is that the past weeks revealed a quiet strength here. Thousands of people willing to stand outside in ten-below weather to make a statement. Local leaders trying to maintain calm while giving citizens the space to express their disapproval. Watching it happen in real time, though stressful for all of us, is an experience we will remember. A lesson in civic resilience. It’s not always comfortable, but it’s durable.

    I know anyone could probably talk fondly about the place that feels like home to them. This just happens to be mine, right now.

    Also, thinking a bit about Bob Weir who left us this past month. When I think of Bob Weir I always think of this piece:

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    …if I loose my grip… will I take flight?…
    Bruce Cockburn

  • End of year 2025

    End of year 2025

    We watched a movie the other night called “Flow”. It is wonderful, many layered and probably as metaphorical as you want it to be, seemingly about the passage of time or at least the inevitability of it, and the futility of trying to think about the why. It is one that sits with you a while, well worth the watch.

    Completely unrelated and seemingly irrelevant, I also read these pages in my reading of Rick Rubin’s book, (a wonderful book that will become a part of my continuous nightly reading), recently:

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    Both of the above seemed appropriate timing for this time of year. Thinking about time and meaning as we tend to do around the winter solstice.

    The end of the year lines up approximately with my birthday. Solstice, holidays, New Year…for me it all comes at about the same time. So another year behind us on the calendar also means finishing another trip around the sun. This one makes sixty-four.

    As I reflect, I don’t think there were any strong or definite turning points. Just showing up every day, (or at least trying), filling sketch books, marking time in some small way. And moving on.
    Probably from the outside that doesn’t look like much. And for sure, sometimes it is messy. In its best moments it is merely interesting. An important thing I think is that I still have an enthusiasm for life and I enjoy getting up in the morning to embrace the day.

    Some random sketch book pages, messy, possibly interesting:

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    Seems like showing up is the theme running through all my posts these days.
    What else is there to do?


    A well‑known creative figure passed away tragically recently. A figure who had come into our homes and become part of our lives for over 50 years. As much as we tend to focus on the tragedy or unsettling nature of the death, the thing that kept coming back to me was the way the people who knew him spoke afterward: decent, steady, generous, professional. As a person and an artist and also as a leader of larger projects. Not perfect but human and solid.

    Juxtaposed with that, the questions of character that have been impossible to ignore this year stand out even more.

    Maybe that’s what this whole journey is about. Not legacy in the grand sense, but the tone of what’s said when you’re no longer in the room.

    I keep coming back to these in my thoughts. Things we learned in our youngest years. Character matters, doing what is right, (at least to the best of our abilities), even when no one is watching, trying to be kind, leaning into the work, getting hands dirty when necessary, not blaming others, taking responsibility, the ability to laugh at oneself, being slow to anger, enjoying the company of dogs. Working at all that while struggling to appreciate myself in the wake of a Catholic upbringing and the associated baggage of guilt that will always cling to the fringes of my foggy brain. And of course I am no good at any of this. But it seems like the one thing that is important so I will keep trying.

    I sometimes wonder if young people these days get even more conflicting input on these simple things. I think they might be up against a different set of pressures than I was at that age, especially with ideas that success means money, dominance, or beating the algorithms. I’m not trying to be the old guy saying the past was simpler or better. But it seems like the same basic lessons should still matter, regardless of the pressure, and those ideas don’t seem to be as present during formative years as they once were. (For me, I still gravitate toward books like Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten rather than The 48 Laws of Power).

    On the other hand, maybe the world is the same as it always has been, and it’s just my viewpoint that has changed. There is always a pretty good chance that I am wrong… about everything.


    Going into the new year, in the ongoing effort to stay grounded, I find this piece incredibly powerful:

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    …if I loose my grip… will I take flight?…
    Bruce Cockburn

  • December 1st 2025

    December 1st 2025

    Winter came this week in Minnesota. Just in time for thanksgiving travel. After an extended and pleasant fall season now moving snow and boots and coats will be a big part of our lives for the next few months. You don’t really think about it after that first good blast. It’s amazing how we adjust.

    I stopped by Studio Pintura in Minneapolis recently to drop off a few pieces. They’re running their Small Works show from late November through the holidays. They were kind enough to accept the four pieces I sent for approval.
    After seeing the gallery in person, I feel like my work might be just a notch below the usual caliber of their venue but I’m still excited to be part of it.

    The pieces are small, 10”×12” max, and a couple basically came straight out of my sketchbooks. It’ll be fun to see them up on the wall with everything else.

    The opening is December 4th at 6:00 PM, and I’m looking forward to checking it out.

    Studio Pintura is in the Northrup King building at 1500 Jackson St NE,#294 Minneapolis, Minnesota 55413

    These are the pieces I will have there:

    Charcoal Portrait, Charcoal on Alder panel-7x12 by John Huisman
    Bearded Man With Hat, 9x8, charcoal on paper, By John Huisman
    A Rugged Ledge, 9x12 Oil painting on paper By John Huisman
    A moment

    A couple thoughts…

    As I move through life, my thoughts keep coming back to the reality that time for each of us is finite. Not in a gloomy way, more like a reminder that every day is a chance to do the work that actually matters to me. I don’t want to think “old,” and I don’t feel old. But I try to be aware that the clock is real, and that awareness sharpens things. It makes me want to use my days well and put my best energy into the work I still want to make.

    As the years go on I’ve gradually noticed more and more how much small habits matter. Stretching, a little strength work, paying attention to posture. They shift things more than they used to. I don’t necessarily need perfection, (though that would be nice), I just need to keep showing up. Same is true for the art: a few minutes of drawing, sketching, and just looking at the world as if I might draw it… it all helps me to be just a little bit better at the craft. Maybe that’s the point now: stay in motion, keep creating, and protect the joy that keeps curiosity alive.


     

    A piece of music for the season of the year and the seasons of life:

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    ”When I was young, I wanted to be older. Now that I’m older, I’m trying to remember how to be young”.
    —unknown author

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