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BBC - London - In Pictures: Sketches from Afghanistan

Rated Nov 02 • 3 reviews • drawing, war, arts • bbc.co.uk

Earlier this year Matthew Cook was sitting in a water-filled ditch in Helmand province trying to shield himself from a surprise Taliban attack. Faced with such danger, Matt did what he was sent there to do: He flipped open his sketch pad and started drawing.

Matt, 45, a professional illustrator, completed two tours of Afghanistan with the Territorial Army (TA) in 2006 and 2009.

His two worlds will be coming together in a forthcoming exhibition at the Ministry of Defence featuring his sketches and paintings.

Now, safely ensconced in his north London home, he talks about his experiences in Afghanistan, being a war artist and how Prince Charles became an admirer of his work

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Autistic artist draws 18ft picture of New York skyline...

Rated Oct 30 • 53 reviews • drawing • dailymail.co.uk

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Study_after_Velazquez%2...

Rated Oct 30 • 0 reviews • drawing • wikipedia.org

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The New York Times > Arts > Image >

Rated Oct 04 • 1 review • cartoons, drawing, arts • nytimes.com

In fact, some believe Ms. Crabapple's talent is neither making art nor modeling nor fire eating nor Internet branding, but her ability to combine everything in one seamless persona. Joe Wos, who founded the ToonSeum, the cartoon museum in Pittsburgh, calls her "one of the most innovative young artists out there right now" but argues that her influence extends beyond drawing. "Dr. Sketchy's itself is a work of performance art," said Mr. Wos, who runs the Pittsburgh sessions of Dr. Sketchy's. "Molly Crabapple is an art movement in and of herself."

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ArT - Molly Crabapple’s World, Drawn From Her Tastes in...

Rated Oct 04 • 1 review • dancing, drawing, painting • nytimes.com

ON a recent fall night in Manhattan, the artist Molly Crabapple convened a group of people with drawing pads for a meeting of Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School, a group she founded in 2005 that now has branches all over the world. A cross between old-fashioned life-drawing sessions and new-wave cabaret, it usually meets every other Saturday at the Slipper Room, a burlesque-themed bar on Orchard Street. Typically, about 50 artists, Web designers, cartoonists and hipsters -- alerted by word of mouth or the Internet -- pay $12 each to draw a downtown personality like the alternative model Raquel Reed or the performance artist Amber Ray.

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Mousehole harbour on Flickr - Photo Sharing!

Rated Sep 24 • 0 reviews • drawing • flickr.com

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Aardvark Art Supply: Art Supplies from Yarka, Best,...

Rated Sep 05 • 0 reviews • drawing • aardvarkart.com

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Rated Sep 02 • 77 reviews • drawing, illustrating, painting • threadless.com

The Woman At The Washington Zoo

The saris go by me from the embassies.
Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet.
They look back at the leopard like the leopard.

And I. . . .
this print of mine, that has kept its color
Alive through so many cleanings; this dull null
Navy I wear to work, and wear from work, and so
To my bed, so to my grave, with no
Complaints, no comment: neither from my chief,
The Deputy Chief Assistant, nor his chief--
Only I complain. . . . this serviceable
Body that no sunlight dyes, no hand suffuses
But, dome-shadowed, withering among columns,
Wavy beneath fountains--small, far-off, shining
In the eyes of animals, these beings trapped
As I am trapped but not, themselves, the trap,
Aging, but without knowledge of their age,
Kept safe here, knowing not of death, for death--
Oh, bars of my own body, open, open!

The world goes by my cage and never sees me.
And there come not to me, as come to these,
The wild beasts, sparrows pecking the llamas' grain,
Pigeons settling on the bears' bread, buzzards
Tearing the meat the flies have clouded. . . .
Vulture,
When you come for the white rat that the foxes left,
Take off the red helmet of your head, the black
Wings that have shadowed me, and step to me as man:
The wild brother at whose feet the white wolves fawn,
To whose hand of power the great lioness
Stalks, purring. . . .
You know what I was,
You see what I am: change me, change me!

Randall Jarrell

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