When I was growing up we had a Basset Hound. What a stubborn breed they are. But I have to say they are fun to draw. The ears help concentrate the scent and being close to the ground they are really right on top of it. Neighbors across the street in Maryland had one named “Cyrano”. Real hounds for sure. I remember one at the beach rolling in a decomposing eel. Scent masking. Then they can sneak up on the unsuspecting quarry. They can’t sneak up on their human after that though… yuk.
This is me with my drawing of the Hound. Will Henderson took the shot for me. Interesting, huh? Rabbit one day – Hound the next. I love to draw everyday.
Today I posted my Bunny on Fine Art America and it can be found here Bill’s Art – Feel free to check it all out. Notably it’s all for sale. I’m job hunting right now and surely could use your business. In case anyone decides to do so – Thanks in advance. Even greeting cards are available. The coffee mugs look nice. I like the Shower Curtain too.
tshirt ©2018 William Beauchamp
totebag ©2018 William Beauchamp
shower curtain ©2018 William Beauchamp
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Pillow ©2018 William Beauchamp
Mug ©2018 William Beauchamp
Many marks to make. Many drawings to do. And I will too. You betcha.
excerpt above: ©2018 William Cauffiel Beauchamp, Tucson, AZ
Today I got up and cleared some old images from my memory cards and charged the rechargeable batteries for my camera. It was supposed to be overcast with showers this morning but it really couldn’t seem to make up its mind. While I couldn’t see the sun it was apparently there anyway. We had a wide rainbow under cloud cover. The sun broke through occasionally and I talked my friend Will Henderson into letting me shoot some simple portraits of him. I shot Olympus RAW format ORFs and some are below this text. I didn’t want anything too fancy – just reference images. They turned out alright.
Beauchamp Sunflower Drawing – Prints
Will write more as time permits. My guts are uncomfortable today. Bit of Crohns flare up for a week or so. This is still unfinished but in progress…
I’d been looking through a bunch of historic photos and I decided to see what Winchester and Remington Arms Companies had for Advertising those bygone days of big game buffalo hunting. Nothing that I saw concentrated on the Buffalo. Looking at more photos showed enormous piles of buffalo skulls and deep piles of hides ready for market. There was a lot of waste for sure. These were amazing times with conflicting events. First airplane flights were being made while buffalo were still being indiscriminately harvested. America was surging forward and we all thought we’d never run out of Rubber Trees or Beaver skins or Buffalo? We’d seen photos of Buffalo herds so large that they eluded description. Run out of these things? Sure… Just like we’ll run out of clouds in the sky. It didn’t seem very likely. Ladies hats and Herons or Egrets… Surely we’d never run out of these vast natural resources. Redwood forests. Carving homes out of the wood of a single giant. Keep the coal coming too. We’ll need to make more rails and power those trains that will bring our bounties home. Take it all and don’t put any back. Living off the land. The dust bowl. Take. Take. Take.
There was and is a romance to hunting and fishing. The guy against the elements. Doing battle with the beast and bringing it home for dinner. Squirrels and Rabbits in West Virginia or Whitetail Deer or Black Bear. Opossum and Raccoon. We could never run out of all this stuff. Could we? Greasy luck to Whalers!
Salmon in the Northwest and Alaska. Vast stores. Canneries. Thank goodness we learned how to grow Corn and really grow it well. Oil bubbles right up out of the ground. How could you ever run out of that? Tuna Salad Sandwiches… Don’t have to worry about them right. All kinds of different brands right there in the grocery store. Even comes in seasoned pouches now.
I guess my bubble popped when I heard that there wasn’t a square inch on the surface of our earth that hasn’t been mapped and photographed now. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. There goes the romance of getting “off the grid.” Nothing is off the grid anymore. Every trail seemingly has an end. Things are not forever. Whether we fantasize that or not.
This is also available as a Beach Towel… How ’bout that?
I will continue to dream of the good old days when Mother Earth was a Supermarket.
She still is – but the shelves need stocking again. Innocence lost…
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The American Buffalo. A primary food source for indigenous peoples and source of hides utilized in manufacture of clothing and construction of the Tipi as well. Imagine if you will a herd when migrating that so affected the earth that clouds would rise to darken the sun as a Dust storm in the making. Such a monumental presence… As part of the Scorched Earth Policy… they were hunted to a point so close to extinction – it still is amazing that men with guns were so very effective in wiping them out. Without the Buffalo, there would be very little reason for the Native Americans to remain in the area. The hunting grounds were forever ruined.
It is this incredible loss that I wanted to commemorate by drawing the Buffalo Run image. It predated environmental impact studies. The prairie grasses that were their fodder are likely gone now. The fertilizer that fed the plants, buffalo dung, was also gone. It was the noticeable tip of the iceberg.