I made this portrait of my son as he was reading. When I finished I looked at it and I didn’t see the six year old James, I saw what I believe he will look like in 10 years. Now I have to try not to blink or else the years will go by just as they love to- in a flash. ~Despina


Reportage by Greg Betza

Back in 2004 I was and so is this drawing! I had a period where I just drew everything. This is a drawing of Union Square in New York City. Not sure I would make this drawing the same way today, but it is fun to look back at. #NYC #reportage

Greg Betza ©2015

Woman on the F Train

Woman on the F Train/Michele Bedigian

With obligations at home I haven’t found myself on the subway much since the New Year. This past Tuesday (some of you might recall) it was ridiculously frigid in the city and everyone was bundled up to the gild. I sat across this woman who must’ve had 40 layers on. It was a quirky sight…all these layers made her head look small and her hands jigundo!! But in reality it also made her look kind of graceful. A simple “people watching” moment to add to the collective memory. – Michele

I Have a Feeling We Are Not In Burbank Anymore


Oddly enough, the one thing I dreaded about making the cross country trip in January was the possibility of missing a snow storm. I am one of the vocal few who love winter, love the snow, love the cold. Yes, I said love. Don’t curse me out. I don’t do the Calvin snow dance—at least not anymore—I just simply revel in it dropping from the sky. As an adult, it always comes at the wrong time—work, children, or what have you interrupting any kind of solitude it may bring. The least I can count on is shoveling out after a decent fall. If it’s enough, I get the burden of being a parental escort to the nearest park for some downhill sledding. Needless to say, this past week has been ripe for the picking, and every other day or so has brought on a little forced labor and a few speedy descents. So as the little minions run through the drifts, I will pile the banks a little higher and wait for the next storm.—Dominick

Chicago, chicago, a heck of a town…

vl_lincoln_parkI freely admit, I have a love/hate relationship with Chicago. Great city, great people, great architecture. So what’s the problem? It’s cold in Chicago. I mean, REALLY COLD! The “windy city” is so aptly named it’s amazing. I actually had to hold on to a street light to keep myself from being blown down the block like some piece of yesterday’s newspaper. What the heck? I don’t know how all y’all Chicagoans do it. I thought NYC got cold but this is another animal. That being said, every single person I met in Chicago was super-nice and friendly. Maybe they have learned empathy from dealing with the elements every day. Dunno.

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Samir in Threads


A drawing of the wonderful Samir from a weekend of drawing at Dalvero. I drew Samir with a colored pencil and then decided to add some sewing thread to the drawing. I liked what happened and I think I’d like to experiment a little more with the drawing/thread medium.

Thank you, Samir!

Margaret Hurst

Portrait session

My son and I sat down to draw each other. But the only way he can sit for me is if he reads. Marker on pencil. ~Despina


reportage drawing by greg betzaThis is a drawing of the actual space shuttle Discovery. The shuttle is housed in the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum’s Steven F. Udvar-Hazy Center in Chantilly, Virginia. I’ve never been much into air & space, but when you’re in the presence of a shuttle, a Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird, a Concorde, and the Enola Gay, you can’t help but be in awe.

©2015 Greg Betza

A line can speak volumes

Line Art/Michele Bedigian


Q: My teacher and mentor once said “if you can’t get it down in 30 seconds (or less) what’s it worth?” – From the very first line that begins a drawing you know deep down if it’s going to work or not. A line can speak volumes … from one to the next, from hand to paper. So if you can’t get it down in 30 seconds (or less)…what IS it worth?

A: The answer – more practice

- Michele

Setting Sun Behind the Hills


As we found ourselves nearing rush hour traffic at the end of our 3,000 mile journey (added mileage in New Jersey thanks to my reliance on Google Maps) the sun was setting and the light was disappearing on the hills that I am always in awe of. Being from the East coast, I have noticed that like many other places we passed along the way, grass doesn’t seem to be as prevalent as it is on the this side of the country. This is based on a very small cross section, and only having spent small chunks of time in LA, so my science is a little incomplete, but driving along, the major green—or blue if you will—reaches for the heavens more so than lies at your feet. Of course I walked—yes, walked—through neighborhoods with beautiful green lawns while I was staying in the Toluca Lake area, but looking out as we entered greater Los Angeles you could see where the serenity of the desert meets the California forests in all their fantasy. Observing the blend of climates and cultures represented in the landscaping of the landscape before me, I was excited for my stay, however short it would be.—Dominick

Clockwise and counter-clockwise

vl_rarotongaThe Cook Islands is beyond any experience of rural I have ever had. There are two buses on this island: clockwise and counter-clockwise. Brilliant.

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Always fun to look around you and see how many people are texting/online!


dancing in the sky


Pen on paper ~Despina

More from the society

Raul Peñaranda fashion illustrationI made this drawing at a special sketch night at the Society of Illustrators last Thursday. The models were clothed in garments by designer Raul Peñaranda. You can see the rest of my drawings here on my blog.

©2015 Greg Betza

In the Hills


Last week I spent a few days in Burbank, or Studio City, or Toluca Lake—I really don’t know where I was. This was my forth visit to greater Los Angeles—3 of which were under 4 days, one of which might have been under 4 hours—and each time I find myself rushing around trying to get ready to leave that I never get a chance to enjoy the surroundings. Though this trip was equally short, I did take a moment to make some thumbnails and record some of what makes it so special. The rolling hills, and all the little houses—at least from my vantage point, they were probably huge—that dotted the mountains seemed so far off in the distance, and so removed from life a little lower down in the valley, that I kept waiting for the picture perfect landscape to fall over and reveal the Hollywood magic that created the background. But each day the sun rose and set and nothing exposed the horizon as anything but some fortunate owners backyards. Next time I would love to see what the view is from up in the hills. I’m sure it’s great.—Dominick

Dino Doodles




Pencil and black wax crayon.

The American Museum of Natural History.

Eddie Peña

Fall in Central Park


Fall is long gone, but I thought it might be nice to remember the feeling in this watercolor made at the Central Park boathouse.

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Couldn’t resist putting up another wonderfully cultural Kika drawing/watercolor!

The Best!

Margaret Hurst

Plaza Hotel

I recently went to draw at the Plaza Hotel in NYC. Very beautiful area with rich history, beautiful structures and some of the best people watching. I saw a ridiculously long line for the “Sex and the City” Tour Bus. Very funny. Maybe I’ll post the drawing of that another day. This time, I’ll share a drawing I made of a few tourists resting by the fountain. I know it’s easy to get jaded about tourists in Manhattan. The way they walk so slow and look up all the time. Really, that used to make me NUTS during those years I had to walk through Times Square twice a day for my commute to work! I always had to remind myself that they are alright. They love this great city enough to make the trek. And that’s all that matters. This ones for them. -Despina

Beach 2

Reportage illustrationHere is a second drawing I made over the New Year holiday. This is an ink wash and pastel drawing of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

©Greg Betza 2015