Point of Exquisite Suspension

Thoughts & life experiences of a Chicago area graphic artist

02 February 2017

My First Post-Election Political Cartoon

Trump gives new meaning to the term "Bully Pulpit". © 2017 O. Douglas Jennings. All rights reserved.
"Bully Pulpit" is term coined by President Theodore Roosevelt for unique role a POTUS has in public discourse. The word "Bully" meant something more positive in TR's day than it does in ours. To call something "bully" in the late 1800s was akin to the overused term "awesome" today. Even earlier it had a very sweet connotation. According to Google:

The word "bully" was first used in the 1530s meaning "sweetheart", applied to either sex, from the Dutch boel "lover, brother", probably diminutive of Middle High German buole "brother", of uncertain origin (compare with the German buhle "lover").

 But that affectionate meaning of the term could hardly be applied to our the "Bully-in-Chief" that currently resides in the White House.

31 December 2016

20 December 2016

Astounding Art Discovery Sends Me Back to High School Sketchbook

Saint Sebastian drawing by Leonardo DaVinci found in March of 2016

You might have read about the French gentleman, a retired doctor, who brought in a folder of a family heirloom collection of old sketches to a Paris auction house. One of the sketches triggered an investigation that revealed the aged drawings had been made by non other than Leonardo DaVinci himself!

*UPDATE 10 January 2017: France declares the Da Vinci drawing to be national treasure. *

I love this story! Besides being a tale about an amazing discovery, it reminded me of how much I learned from published sketches of Leonardo when I was a young high school age artist.

So I looked among my old sketchbooks (My wife will tell you that I'm something of a pack rat) and I found two sketches from my early days that show Leonardo's influence. These are not Saints but rather angel's drawn from my imagination.

Male Angel Sketch © O. Douglas Jennings. All rights reserved.
Female Angel Sketch © O. Douglas Jennings. All rights reserved.
I don't recall my exact thinking or inspiration behind these drawings but I remember using techniques gleaned from peering over Leonardo's art. There were a lot more sketches of faces, family, friends, landscapes and imaginary creatures (including my first Tigrikorn drawing) in that sketchbook.

It just goes to show how far an artist's legacy can reach through history over the centuries.

UPDATE 10 January 2017: France declares the Da Vinci drawing to be national treasure.

16 December 2016

Cuteness Break

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat


The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
   In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
   Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
   And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
    What a beautiful Pussy you are,
         You are,
         You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
It's fun to see photos that echo poems from my childhood.
I needed that today. I'm sick of the awful things reported each hour in the news. Things that I feel I have no power to change or influence.
So today, at least just today, I'm going to take a "Cuteness" break.   

Here are some cute practice sketches:

 I hope you enjoyed this Cuteness Break.

08 December 2016

When I heard about John Lennon's death...

I was surrounded by fellow college students at a Christmas-themed gathering in the Student Center of Southern Illinois University at Carbondale Illinois in 1980. The event was organized by the local chapter of Campus Crusade for Christ but it was an excuse for any interested students from a variety of groups to socialize and enjoy the holiday spirit.
From my sketchbook, a drawing I made of Lennon just a few years after his death.
© O. Douglas Jennings. All rights reserved.
Early on, a student arrived who I recognized as being in a couple of my classes. Tall, slim and outgoing, I had not realized he was member of any Christian group on campus. But he got everone's attention to say he had heard that John Lennon had be shot and killed in New York.

The crowd's initial shocked silence gave way to murmurs of disbelief and grief. The student who had broken the news, and whom (I'm embarrassed to admit) I thought was enjoying being the center of attention, led us all in singing Lennon's song "Imagine".  I seem to remember that we shat "So This is Christmas" as well.

The gathering went on after that. I have flashes of visual memories of the room and my fellow students from that evening. John Lennon was not a particularly popular figure among many Christian groups at the time since he had flippantly remarked that the Beatles were more popular than Jesus at some point. And he expressed sympathy for socialist ideas, according to what I had been told. So that our Christian group was lead to sing songs in his honor at his passing has always stuck in my mind.

I don't remember the student's name who led the Lennon songs. Nor do I ever remember seeing him at other gatherings after that.

29 November 2016

Surprising Ways

Inspired by my experience relayed below, I call this both
"Crow Angel" and "Raven Angel" depending on my mood.
© O.Douglas Jennings. All rights reserved.

A sense of joy often comes to me in a variety of surprising ways.

Sometimes it is when I’m in joyous fellowship with others and see the hand of the Lord at work in the events, hearts and minds of brothers and sisters in faith and humanity.

Sometimes it’s in the quiet stillness of dusk when I see a blessed breeze blow over the tops of the trees and remember the nearness of God.

Not too long ago, I while mowing the lawn, I twisted my ankle. It happened at the very back of our yard near the retaining wall where the yard is sharply sloped. Inexplicably, even though I had mowed over this stretch of turf hundreds of times, my foot caught in a nook of the ground that I couldn’t see under the grass and it bent grotesquely with a crunch of cartilage and muscle. The shock of pain made me dizzy as I released the safety handle that abruptly turned off the mower. I sat, half falling, on the sloping ground. All my strength was sapped. I actually wanted to lay down and close my eyes. I stretched my legs out and leaned on my elbow when my wife, Chacha, who had seen me from the kitchen window, came out to see what was the matter.

“What’s going on?”, she queried, keeping any alarm in her voice under control.

“I twisted my ankle!” I laughed weakly through the pain.

She helped me walk to the house as I thought, “Our yard is too long!”. But before we got to the steps on the patio, I felt extremely faint. In a cold sweat, I said, “I have to sit down.”

“Let’s just get in the house!” Chacha said. “You can lay down and I’ll get you some ice for your ankle.”

But I grabbed the back of the nearest patio chair and turned it around. “No. I have to sit down. Just give me a moment.”

“Ok. I’ll get the ice ready.” Chacha said as she reluctantly left my side.

I was happy to sit and feel what by now was a cooling breeze on my clammy skin. I tried to detect my pulse and assess my breathing. Was something else going on? Was I having some other physical crisis? Stroke? Heart attack? Though panic threatened to engulf me, I tried to relax and focus on the sensation of the soothing breeze and the sound of late-afternoon birds.

Then an inexplicable sense of joy came to me as I heard a crow. It’s calling was nearby. Not just the typical “Caw! Caw!” but a crow call with an extra kind of gargling sound mixed in. I remembered a documentary I had watched about how young crows make warbling kinds of sounds before they learn and settle in to the “traditional” calls.

For some reason, at that point I knew I would be okay. I smiled to myself. “Go for it, little dude!” I thought as the young crow continued to practice his caw-craft. God was speaking to me through that crow, I thought. The breeze, the crow, the lowering orb of the golden Sun. I felt revived enough to go inside to ice my ankle and rest. My joy was strangely sweet.

There was no bruising or any other signs of broken bones. My ankle felt tender the next day but was notably improved. I walked slower for a while as it healed. By the end of the week I finished mowing the yard.

Later I was inspired to make a drawing of an imaginary “Crow Angel”. Who knows but that God used an angelic crow to uplift me that day. Even now I keep my eyes and ears open for any new surprises of joy in the wonderful natural world around me that is touched with God’s signals of love and comfort.