Carol Bold SketchBLOG

#3 Quick Sketch, Indian Medicine Stick

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 01:46:00 +0000

#2 Hanuman

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 02:28:00 +0000

#1 A Touch of Sunlight

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 02:27:00 +0000

A Wrinkle in Time Sketch

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 08:08:00 +0000

Quest towards the fifth dimension...

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 07:57:00 +0000

KEEP ON TRUCKIN' CO.

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 08:22:00 +0000

This is the logo from my mom's old record store from the 70s. She was definitely under the influence of R. Crumb (among other things) when she made this. This print is actually a recent edition made on the original screen we found kicking around the garage.

Holiday Treats

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 09:38:00 +0000

Logan's Run Sketches

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 08:56:00 +0000

Sketches for Logan's Run DVD Cover Project

Mural for Trader Joe's (Chico)

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 09:16:00 +0000

Photos from the Trader Joe's mural I was working on earlier this week with Hayley Ferreira at Ferreira Designs. Visit www.ferreiradesigns.net for more info.

"Light Is Like Water" Illustration

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:08:00 +0000

Cliff House in 3 Point Perspective

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 21:06:00 +0000

Working out my issues with 3 point perspective for my next painting.

Big Thanks!!!

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 16:29:00 +0000

Thanks to everyone who came out and participated in the 2009 Great Chesapeake Bay Schooner Race. I'd especially like to thank those who bought raffle tickets for my original schooner painting. Together we helped raise nearly $600 for the Chesapeake Bay Foundation. I couldn't have done it without you. See you next year when the Schooner Race turns 21!

To check out race results and other information about the Great Chesapeake Bay Schooner Race visit www.schoonerrace.org.

P.S. If anyone has a photograph of my schooner painting from this year, let me know!

Wine Label for Periscope Cellars

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 22:03:00 +0000

Sinking Island

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 20:59:00 +0000

Cardboard Mountains

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:16:00 +0000

Pen, Paint Pen, Highlighter and Cardboard

Noam Chomsky Sketch

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Wed, 06 May 2009 20:06:00 +0000

Woody Guthrie Sketch

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 00:46:00 +0000

Portrait of Woody Guthrie. Final sketch.

Yusuf Islam (Final Sketch)

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 20:51:00 +0000

Final sketch of Yusuf Islam (Cat Stevens). I decided to make the background an homage to the 1971 "Teaser and the Firecat" album cover.

Yusuf Islam

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 18:43:00 +0000

Portrait of Yusuf Islam (formerly Cat Stevens)

Ramona Rouge Wine Label

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 08:47:00 +0000

Grand Opening @ Gallery 321, Baltimore, MD

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Mon, 10 Nov 2008 20:09:00 +0000

"Beautiful Catastrophes" Opening

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 07:15:00 +0000

Short Story: 1989

carolbold@gmail.com (Carol Bold) — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 20:13:00 +0000

When I was a kid there was a rumor that in the event of a big earthquake our town world break off from the rest of the California coast and float out into the middle of the ocean. My dad used to tell me it would be okay though, because if it were to happen they'd probably just build a Target out on our small island of a town, and we'd be just fine. Funny thing about it I guess. But sadly this never happened, and looking back now I almost wish it did. I don't know what it was, or why I always secretly wanted our town to float out to sea. Maybe I have a longing desire for isolation, or religious aspirations for disaster. Or maybe I just thought it would be cool to have a Target in our town. But I don't think that's it either.

On October 17, 1989 the Loma Prieta earthquake struck the San Francisco Bay Area. It killed 62 people, injured 3,756 others and left more than 12,000 people homeless. The quake lasted all of 15 seconds. I was in preschool at the time, and can still remember it vividly. The walls seemed to gyrate; the clock jumped from position and executed an eloquent face dive to its unwilling death. We lunged under the tables will innocent chuckles, staring as every motionless object in the room suddenly burst into dance. And just like that it was over.

I don't think I had yet gained the understanding of what had just happened. For me it was like being on one of those earthquake exhibits at the science center, but I guess it was a little different than that. Part of a double-decker bridge collapsed upon itself, as well as a 50-foot strip of the Bay Bridge. San Francisco's Marina District basically crumbled under its lousy urban planning of building houses on top of landfill.

The 1989 World Series was also taking place at this time. The Oakland Athletics and San Francisco Giants were battling it out down at Candlestick Park. In fact there was even a columnist by the name of Kevin Cowherd of the Baltimore Sun who had already predicted the earthquake just that morning. In The San Jose Mercury News he wrote, "… these are two teams for California and God only knows if they'll ever get all the games in. An earthquake could rip through the Bay Area before they sing the anthem for Game 3." And that was precisely when the earthquake struck. I don't know if his column could be construed as irony, or just dumb chance. In any extent there's probably not much use overanalyzing it. The game was postponed for ten days though, so I guess he was right about a lot of things.

The game was also being broadcast live when they noticed the video signal beginning to break up. They promptly switched the broadcast to a backup episode of The Wonder Years, as the earthquake moved through the stadium like a wave. A few minutes later, as if nothing had happened a rumble came from the stadium as everyone began yelling… "Play Ball, Play Ball."
When I got home all but a single glass from the cupboard was out of place. We found the glass in pieces, shattered across the kitchen floor. My mom promptly cleaned up the pieces. When I went to bed I wasn't disturbed. I wasn't scared. I was disappointed! Why doesn't anything exciting ever happen to me? Why isn't our town floating in the middle of the ocean? Why is a single broken glass my only memento?

Perhaps I'm not old enough to understand the value of having everything in its place, the necessity of order and reasoning. I'm enthralled by natural disasters and mass chaos, and still manage to smile when everything goes to shit. I think everything needs to be turned upside down before anything is really gained or realized. What's the use of order and stability if the earth doesn't even abide by them?

In the end though, despite my fascination with destruction, I don't think it's really the disasters that interest me so much, but the manner in which we pick ourselves up in the aftermath.