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I drew this some years back while training for a 10K foot race. Though I’m a hardcore cyclist, I’m not a runner, and I did the 10K at the bequest of family members participating in the event. I spent a month training, which I found both utterly boring and torturously painful on legs and knees conditioned for nothing but pedaling. I hit my goal of a sub-hour race, knocking off the course in 54 minutes, pissing off a few of the runners on course because we cyclist are a bit more aggressive than runners. With the race finished, I said goodbye to running, and hopped right back on my bike.

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Happy New Year! Hope everybody celebrated well and didn’t suffer too much of a hangover on January 1st. This year, I hope all of you get to tear through plenty of sketchbooks, canvases, illustration boards, pixels, bitmaps, or whatever you create on, and have fun along the way.

Here’s a drawing I did back in 2008. If you are familiar with Jewish practice, preferably of the orthodox persuasion, then you’ll get this drawing. If not, then what you’re looking at is a stylized take on the act and art of tefillot (Hebrew for “prayer”), along with the tools of the trade: the kippa, talit, and tefillin.

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Drawn in 2006, here’s an individual I spotted and just had to draw; horribly obese, motorized wheelchair, and oversized soft drink cup. No judgements passed, just one of those things that if you happen to spot on a day when you have itchy pen fingers and are looking to draw something, then this sight just pretty much launches itself onto a blank sketchbook page.

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About seven years ago, we took a trip out west to California, visiting San Francisco and Yosemite National Park. Far removed from the practice of sketching at the time, I none the less toted along a small sketchbook, some pens, and a few colored pencils. Here are two sketches I did in Yosemite, which barely begin to capture the awe-inspiring visual grandeur and mind-blowing dimensions of the place.

I will be taking a break from posting this week while I stuff my face and over-fill my belly during the one-two celebratory punch that will be Thanksgiving and Chanuka. Though the two holidays don’t share anything in common – one being a major American holiday and the other a minor Israeli festival – the convergence of the Gregorian and Hebrew calendars last brought the two events together 153 years ago, and mathematically will not do so again for roughly 70,000 years, so I plan to take full advantage of this once in a lifetime event to feast on copious amounts of oil-fried turkey, cranberry sufganiot, and of course, some fine craft beers!

Cheers, and go visit Yosemite!
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I took these visual tasting notes during a wine tasting back in 2006, before I even knew about a discipline called sketchnoting. The tasting itself featured five vintages of Hagafen’s Napa Valley Merlot. While others took more “proper” notes on index cards, I broke out the pocket-sized sketchbook, a Pigma Micron pen, and used dabs of the different wines to add some color. And yes; there are some phenomenal kosher wines out there, hailing everywhere from California’s finest vineyards to the world-class growing regions of Israel.

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Here is the final post about my broken foot saga from 2006, captured with a small sketchbook, a Pigma Micron pen, lots of painkillers, and nothing but time on my hands. After my second round of emergency surgery, all that was left to do was lay on my back with my foot elevated, read, draw, and watch television. After two grueling months, the bone mended, and an additional two months of intensive physical therapy followed. Everything healed up fine, and I slowly got back to walking and cycling. I also stopped my massive dosage of painkillers, but the scar on my foot pretty much ended my dreams of being a foot model. Oh well, there’s always art. Thanks to everybody for checking out this series of Retro Sketches and thanks for the comments, and please, please, please; watch your step when walking down those seemingly benign ramps!

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Continuing the story (read: “saga”) of my severely broken foot IMO this latest series of Retro Sketches, this drawing was a satirical take on my second round of emergency surgery. After the pins-and-wiring contraption assembled inside my foot from the first emergency surgery fell apart, the second surgery had to be as perfect as they come. And perfect it was: the surgeon performing the procedure was the official foot surgeon for a major league soccer team. Deft and agile as a watchmaker, he managed to bolt together the tiny pieces of the fragile shattered bone with one titanium screw. It was, as he claimed, the best foot surgery he’d ever done (he actually called his colleagues shortly afterwards in the post-midnight hours to brag of it!) Of course, surgery is still surgery, and my new prolonged period of recovery meant more time laying on my back with an elevated foot, so to help pass the time, I held my small sketchbook up in the air and scrawled away with my Pigma Micron pen, laying down as many lines, details, and dark areas as possible.

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So if you’ve been following the narrative of the last three Retro Sketches, you’ve been reading – and looking at – the story of my severely broken foot back in 2006 (fifth metatarsal, triple-fracture). Well, for this post, it gets worse. The wire-and-pins contraption assembled inside of my foot to hold the shattered bone together came painfully apart. On the way to the doctor, we stopped for lunch. At the doctor’s office, the doctor put the x-ray up to the light, and asked me what was wrong with the picture. It was painfully obvious (aside from the visible pin-shaped protrusion from foot itself), that the whole contraption had fallen apart inside of my foot. With a second round of immediate emergency surgery obviously necessary, the doctor asked me when the last time I ate was. This is when I muttered “oh shi…”, given our meaty lunch of only a half-hour earlier.

Long story short; I was rushed to the hospital, had to wait eight hours for the food to leave my system, plus an additional three hours for a surgery room to open up, all the while holding my throbbing foot up in the air and doped up on more painkillers than was probably legal. I’ll continue the story in the next Retro Sketch, and yeah, it only gets better!

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