Team Draw

Team Draw: Grant,Patrick,Shon and Trevor.

...but I don't know how to play chess.

Mark Your Calender

I know this is a little short notice but, here are some events going on this weekend in San Francisco.

The first is a gallery opening Friday night at Five Points Art house (http://www.fivepointsarthouse.com/) I have a drawing in this show as do my roommates Grant Gilliland and Andy Stattmiller. So come downtown and check it out. I know you have bridge club on Fridays but, I'm sure if you call Emma she can find a replacement before the tournament.

The second event is Team Draw in Dolores Park on Sunday from 2-? As usual all you need is a sketchbook and drawing utenicls (not eating) We will be swapping books so by the end of the day you should have a drawing by everyone there...ok, ok.

Well thats it I hope to see you there, until then I'll be in the tub.

Just Doin' My Job.

This is an Illustration I finished recently for JP Morgan. The Illustration was for an article on employee conflicts in the work place. Above is the final color and two rough sketches.

Captain: Illustration Friday

This is an older drawing, but I thought it fit the topic. Yar.

It's On.

Smoochy Smoochy

Here is a greeting card I designed when I was at American Greetings. This is a old piece for me but is still one of my favorites.

enjoy

Pat!

First Loser

There's Nothing to Fear but Fear Itself

Sketch: Ink and Digital

Business As Usual

It was him.

Sketchbook Drawing: Ink on 40oz.

Recently Widowed

Sketchbook Drawing.

Winner Takes All.

Sketchbook drawing. Ink on paper on wobbly TV Tray.

Team Draw SF!

Phony Bologna

This was a quick sketch I found lying around my room under a stack of long forgotten drawings. I seem to be drawing a lot of pigs lately...I wonder if it's subconscious. I wonder what it means. I think I had some bad bologna that day...yes I still eat bologna...stop laughing, I'm on a fixed budget, now get out of my room.

Get 'Em!

Illustration Friday: Neighbor
6"x14" Ink and Digital

Cookout

Sketchbook drawing.

After School Special

Ink and Digital 7"x 9"

Team Draw

Sketchbook drawing I did with Grant.

Homeschool

Sketch: Ink on paper

Business Intelligence

Wheeeeeeeee!

Honest Abe?

A Sketch of Abe Lincoln...with no arms...I got lazy.

Happy Hour

Pronounced With an 'Umpty'

Hello Kitty®

Super Mario Bros 2.

IGN and Gallery 1988 are having a contest for their 3rd I Am 8 bit gallery show in L.A. This is my submission. I hope I can get into the show!

Ink on Paper
4"x5" (each)

Meet Joe: He sells used cars.

Sketchbook Drawing. Brush on Paper.

Hooray!

It took a little longer than I thought, but I finally overhauled and updated the ole' website. Check it out! http://www.patrickkouse.com/

Another Average Wednesday

Ink and Digital 15" x 9"

meow meow

Missed Connections

You were my waitress at the Waffle Hut off I-70. I was alone sitting in the corner wearing overalls and a black and purple fanny pack. You were my waitress. I couldn't keep my eyes off you as you worked your way around that greasy spoon. I think it was love at first sight. I dropped my fork and we made eye contact. Was it just me or was fate?

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Hey Ladies!

Another page of lil' heads this time with women. I think there may be a couple of ex-girlfriends in there and maybe an ex-gym teacher or two.

Hey You Guys!

Here is a sketchbook page from a couple of weeks ago. Each head is about the size of a dime. Can you find Abe Lincoln? Me? Waldo? Or something that looks like Charlie Brown at age 40 with a trucker mustache...well can you!

Sassafras

Dropping a quarter into the “Ride a Fish” amusement ride outside the discount department store. Carl sits thinking about his recent fishing trip with his grandfather. The smell of cheap-boxed wine and the wispy voice of a man who has seen one too many westerns rolls like a tumbleweed through his head. It was on this past fishing trip that his grandfather told him stories about his youth, about the time he and his buddies stole a Napoleon costume and ran into the local ice cream parlor, ordered neapolitan ice cream and hit on the girl at that counter who was rumored to have syphilis. It was also on this trip that he discovered his grandfather’s love of the word “sassafras ”and that he had always wanted to be hippy, but his OCD like addiction for daily showers and good hygiene kept him from embracing a lifestyle of cannabis and tax evasion. He also learned about certain foods his grandfather can’t eat due to medical reasons and why you should always wear clean socks. It was an afternoon well spent, one of male bonding over gold bond and talk of what makes a good pair of dentures.
As the giant plastic fish slows to a stop Carl reaches into his pocket to find another quarter but feels nothing but pocket lint, a dime and something of the constancy of peanut butter. Looking on the ground for loose change he looks up to see another amusement ride that ‘s only 10 cents. Climbing into the giant plastic unicorn Carl drops the dime into the slot and as the ride beings to move back and forth to a muzak version of “ Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” he starts to reminisces about his cousin who likes to dress up in his sister’s clothing and sing show tunes.

Join Us!

After drinking one too many R.C. cola’s and eating a couple moonpies, I fell asleep on the couch again. When I awoke from my sugary slumber I realized the lifetime movie I was watching (Why I Wore Lipstick To My Mastectomy) was over and was succeeded by a rerun of Doogie Howser, M.D. Watching the teen doctor Journal on his 1989 Amiga CPU with one eye half open I became envious of a life where I too would sit near the window of my bedroom, wearing nothing but boxers, slouching over my keyboard and writing gossip about the nurses at the hospital. Springing into action I immediately stripped down to nature’s own, fired up the ole’ laptop and pulled up a lawn chair with no back. The only thing that I was missing was a window and a friend named Vinnie. I solved the window problem by taping together some cereal boxes and pieced together a submarine portal decorated with glitter and pipe cleaners. As for the part of my friend Vinnie he will be played by a Care bear® with a hello my name is tag. Dimming the lights to a level suited for a Kenny G concert I started to type what would become a detailed description of my dinner, my current financial situation and a funny anecdote about why nice guys finish last.
The next day at work while on a cigarette/King Dong break I was telling a buddy of mine about my new creative venture and the side effects of too much Vitamin D. He suggested I get with the times about my journaling and start a blog. After several Lycos searches of the word blog I was on my way to joining the millions of people just like me, writing stories, sharing pictures and giving away too much personal information. (I like to wear scarves in the shower) Who knows what may become of this blog, maybe future generations will use it as a window into the life of a common man, like a letter from a Civil War solider to a loved one back in West Virginia. Although I doubt I will be writing about syphilis at the front, or how Jonathan Gregg got his leg amputated at the battle of something something. I will however try to post as many random stories and drawings as possible and help fill cyberspace with more nonsense and less porn…or maybe both!