Pirolli Digital Sketchbook

I’m not doing this for internet points or validation or anything else. I enjoy writing these dumb little posts and putting up some little pictures to go with them. I enjoy it for the sake of enjoying it. I know I had these massive plans for the year and fell way short of them but…

We’re sitting around watching tv, some new Netflix show called “Eric”. It’s pretty good, on episode 3. We have Covid and it’s no fun. Can’t do much of anything. I have been working on a large-ish work on paper about “lifting the curtain.” On what exactly… is still up in the air. The piece is…

I have started annotation and correcting drawings in red. I know it’s self-abusive and a little insane. It really reminds me of being in school and getting a graded paper or test back and it’s all bloodied up. For example: I haven’t been too harsh and ruined many sketches by directly writing on them in…

Its just text though… Yes, just text here, however I did manage to finally add something to the only other real page on this site other than my about: The Digital Sketchbook. Finally added some sketches to it. I’m feeling kind of upbeat and proud of myself for that. I’m also thinking of abandoning Instagram…

I’m still drawing these little trees. I just like them. Here they are: I’ve posted the last 2 to instagram already. The first one is going to live here for now. I don’t know if it’ll ever make it over there. Maybe. I don’t know. I have / had a longer post typed up on…

I have been working. I swear. Just not doing the work I want to be doing. Too much work for other people and not enough for me. Too much working for the county. Since I’ve last posted here I’ve gotten more into the leather thing. I made a nice little wallet: I’ve had to get…

I did a little watercolor drawing of Charlie here: I know I’ve been way behind on my goals, still. It’s really difficult to keep up on possibly unrealistic goals. I thought I was being fairly reasonable when I set them up, but apparently was overreaching. Part of my problem is that I come home from…

I refuse to fail entirely. I can fail partly, or even mostly. But the effort is always a partial win. I had been behind on this aspect of my goals for the year anyway when last week happened. It was an 80 hour week because of snow removal for work. Long week, but hopefully rewarding…