Fun Day


Had some fun with some Mystic Seaport stamps while reportaging the 38th Voyage of the Charles W. Morgan. The stamps were fun and I just added some water!

Margaret Hurst

My Song is my Friend


Watercolor and colored pencil illustration from My Song is my Friend. Children’s book written and illustrated by Despina Georgiadis


September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month, and from now until October 31st,  I’m donating 100% of the profits for my newly published book to “Make-A-Wish Foundation”.

To learn more about the book and to find out how to Pre-Order, visit ~Despina

The Replacements

Replacements reportage drawing

Sorry about the late post today, I was out late last night at the Replacements concert in Forest Hills, NY. It was their first appearance in New York in over 20 years! I’ve waited a long time to see them and they didn’t disappoint at all. In my opinion the show could not have been better, after all they played 29 songs. Don’t know if I’ll ever see them again, but I’m satisfied if that is the last. Here are portraits of Tommy Stinson and Paul Westerberg the 2 remaining original members.

-Greg Betza ©2014

Going BIG

Going Big/Michele Bedigian

A few years back I was having a challenging time “seeing the big picture”. So my teacher, (and mentor) sat me down and demanded that I “GO BIG” for the rest of the summer. To clarify, that meant minimally my drawings had to be 36″ x 42″.  … For any who’s drawn on location, that’s quite a heafty size to navigate with in crowds. And yet his order was always my command, (with complete certainty he had his reasons). Above was one of those drawings.

The experience was INCREDIBLE! … To attempt to express in words how it changed my perspective on art would be an injustice. So if you’re an artist and haven’t tried it, you must! Please, please, please!! Not only for the physical experience but for the emotional one as well. It’ll change your world. Mine did. – Michele

p.s. Would love to hear how it goes. Keep in touch.

Things are looking up


Yes, it is Saturday and I am posting for last Thursday (internet magic), yes she looks like she is smelling his underarm (she wasn’t, she was completely entranced by him), and yes time always seems to play games with us (it isn’t personal, at least I don’t believe it to be), but all there needs to be is one small glimmer of hope, one reason to get up in the morning and try again at what wasn’t accomplished the day before. Things are always looking up.—Dominick

Flowers of Amsterdam

Amsterdam-Flower-ShopWhat else is there to say but beautiful Amsterdam, even in the rain. Posted by Veronica.


A black and white pen and ink drawing of a field of poppies for CF NAPA. Truly a pleasure to draw!

Margaret Hurst

Warped Ego


A few years ago I worked on a project about the collective warped ego of the world today. Every time I hear something terrible in the news, I can’t help but think of certain aspects of humanity in this way. ~Despina

Bob Mould

Bob Mould by Greg Betza

Had the chance to see Bob Mould the other night at the Bowery Ballroom in New York City. Bob has been around forever it seems and is somewhat of a living legend. First, as the singer of the influential band Hüsker Dü, and then with his second band Sugar, Bob has been making music for well over 30 years. AND what most people don’t know is that he actually wrote and performed the opening song for the Daily Show!

It was a great show and one of the few I’ve been to recently where I was one of the youngest people there.

© Greg Betza 2014

keeping it simple


Yesterday, September 11th was a day of reflection for me and so many around the world. My phone was off, my computer down. I spent the morning at my late husband’s firehouse with old friends I now see for the most part just once a year. It’s hard to believe 13 years have passed and yet when I look upon them so much BEAUTIFUL LIFE has filled the days. I’ve often called these gifts “the blessings in the curse”. Carl, I miss your laugh, I miss your smile and I miss your voice.

My thoughts and prayers are with all who need them today, and tomorrow. With love and light – Michele

A Quiet Day


I spent the good part of the day thinking it was yesterday until I got a phone call from someone very close to me. She seemed sad and I was taken away from the monotony of the week as we talked. Realizing it was today and it was in fact Thursday I had very little I felt right posting. This is the one image that came to mind.—Dominick  

Amsterdam Canal


Amsterdam_Canal_and_BikesAmsterdam is truly a beautiful city, a mix of cobblestone streets and little canals.  And the people really love their bicycles! Why not? I think it’s the idyllic lifestyle to ride a bicycle to work and play. Plus, you have flowers everywhere. sigh.

posted by Veronica

Trash in the Shape of a Whale


A design for a stamp: Trash In the Shape of a Whale.

The Red Tug


If you’ve ever been to the Seaport in Mystic Connecticut, then you are sure to remember the cute little red tugboat at the entrance. I’ve been there many times and realized that I never sat down to make a drawing of entrance. Very New England. No frills. A small sign, a red tug and a picket fence. Oh and if you go make sure to go into that white house with the blue shutters for some lovely chowder. ~Despina


Yellow flower by Greg Betza A pastel study of some beautiful yellow flowers. Missing summer already… © Greg Betza 2014

Chugga Chugga


Chugga Chugga Choo Choo…is the book of the week. Life is so simple when you’re 3. Have a journey filled Friday! – Michele

Artwork done in colored pastel

It was a blue day


Well, actually it was also a green and red day too, but it started out blue.

I rarely wake before the sun. When I did long ago I fell right back to sleep the second we pulled out of the driveway. I was 15 minutes late on this blue morning (technically 13 I was told), half expecting him to have left without me, but I was happy to see the lights still on and his car in the driveway as I pulled up at 4:43 AM for a day of reportage. It’s hard to draw the demeanor of a man that has had the same early morning routine for over three decades, even if you have known him your entire life and were direct witness (and interruptor) to this routine for over a third of that time. Everything I know about work, and working—and a good deal more for that matter—was bestowed upon me by this singular person. We’ve had our share of conversations about the subject over the years (he’s still waiting for me to “get a job”) but none of them forced, none of them a lecture. The conversations have always been more a recap. Kind of critique-like—where the day went off, how it could have been done differently, better, more efficiently. Not faster, more efficient. Have you ever observed someone and didn’t think much of what they were doing only to realize in a short time so much had been accomplished? That is efficiency. That is what happened on this day. in a short time my father went from blue, to green, to red. I shadowed his work as I did mine. And while I didn’t drink coffee way back when I was working with him I do now in times of need. At 7 AM, three hours into my day and no passenger seat nap or coffee to have been had, I feared 3 PM would be painful to reach. But as I chased him around the shop, trying my best to be as efficient as he was, the clock spun around and the day moved on. No sooner had the ink dried on my paper when I found him off prepping the next job. Once, maybe twice, I caught him smile as I put my pen and ink down to start a drawing of him mounting a plate and he lifted his head, turned off his light, and walked back to the press. I imagined him to say, “you couldn’t keep up then, you can’t keep up now.” The day passed without pain, in fact I wish it had been longer. And though we didn’t ride home together, I certainly got my lesson in efficiency.—Dominick

Sea Shanties on the Charles W. Morgan


vl_voyage28_shantyOne of the most memorable moments of my recent voyage on the Charles W. Morgan was when one of the sailors began singing sea shanties on board.

It was foggy on the deck, and a most soulful moment. You can read more about the voyage in part 3 of my visual essay here.

posted by Veronica


Greg Betza reportage drawingHere is a drawing I made on a cold day back in 2011. This is the South East corner of the American Museum of Natural History in New York. I was actually standing on a hard patch of ice and almost froze myself from the bottom up!

©Greg Betza 2014

the sweetest sound


Did you know aside from the voice, flutes are the earliest known musical instruments? Every night I play lullaby’s from around the world to soothe my boys to sleep. It always fascinates me how global this instrument is and how magical their sound can be.

Above is a study of flutes I found in the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. Here’s where I learned a number of flutes have been found that actually date back to about 43,000 to 35,000 years ago! Could you imagine? – Michele