My parents have beautiful peonies growing in their front yard. I had to try and capture it. Not so easy, they are so delicate and light! Greg Betza ©2020
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Not sure if she saw me drawing her or not but it certainly feels that way looking at the image.—Dominick
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Each weekend Studio 1482 will be featuring posts from the One Drawing A Day archives. Today’s post is by Dominick Santise, from back in 2016. It’s titled “Waiting for a Burger.” #ODADarchive I’ve been playing with my brush pen a bit lately. The name is in Japanese, so I have no idea what it is called. […]
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They played off of each other most of the night at the Society of Illustrators. The routine is the same, give the room equal face time, and try not to give one side two backsides of the head. Sometimes you benefit from your place in the room.—Dominick
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Each weekend Studio 1482 will be featuring posts from the One Drawing A Day archives. Today’s post is by Dominick Santise, from back in 2016. It’s titled “Into the Crowd.” #ODADarchive Another Florida drawing from years back. I still remember my first time drawing down at the Magic Kingdom. The smells, the crowds—the newness of it […]
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Each weekend Studio 1482 will be featuring posts from the One Drawing A Day archives. Today’s post is by Dominick Santise, from back in 2016. It’s titled “Drawing Friends” #ODADarchive Another drawing from years ago in the Magic Kingdom (Mickey has been on my mind lately). Another reminder of things that have changed. Change is always […]
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Each weekend Studio 1482 will be featuring posts from the One Drawing A Day archives. Today’s post is by Greg Betza, from back in 2012. It’s titled “Changing Season” #ODADarchive A watercolor and ink drawing I made of different plants at the beginning of winter. Some have withered away while others hang onto their beautiful fall […]
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Had a great night drawing two wonderful models last Thursday at the Society of Illustrators. Reign Apiim of Palais Apiim looked like a modern day Cleopatra. More to come.—Dominick
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I can’t say that it is the heights that bother me as I have no issue staring out a window 50 stories up—maybe it’s the structure holding aloft, I am not quite sure—but if the world was made of like minded and bodied people as me, we would have barely gotten two stories above ground. […]
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Even more drawings from minotaur day in the studio last week.—Dominick
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Spent the day last Saturday drawing with half of my 1482 compatriots. The studio turned into a mythical land where creatures roamed and faun’s and minotaur’s played. A little fantasy never hurts. If only cupid had payed a visit.—Dominick
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Yesterday I watched as the school kids, softball teams, marching bands, politicians, and cultural organizations walked in our towns yearly parade of spirit. Mixed in, and new to this years procession, was a local group fighting for their voices to be heard. Right or wrong, without speaking, they made more of an impression on the crowds gathered for our city’s annual celebration […]
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I am always happier when those I am drawing don’t know that I am drawing them. Today however I thought for one moment, that this man was an older version of someone I had worked with long ago but couldn’t remember their name. Once we made eye contact, thankfully I was done with the drawing, […]
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Another drawing—missed when I was thumbing through last week—from the lost book. I remember doing the drawing, who I was with, and while not of great importance just thinking I should—never knowing that the location would be changed and that the drawing would mean a little more for reasons only some will understand. I went […]
View post →Can’t help but miss everything about this town. The streets, the food, the people (like this fellow passenger on the Lexington line), there is no place like New York and no place like the Upper East Side. —Dominick
View post →Marker study, Chinese Pavilion, EPCOT. Greg Betza ©2013
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