Apologies for the long gap in activity here. I did so well with a minimum of 1-2 posts per week for over two years, and recently dropped the ball! I was on a trip to my usuals over the past couple of weeks; Amsterdam, Berlin, and Paris— photos forthcoming as I go through my selects,… Continue reading Returned from a trip abroad
Just a little drawing I did yesterday at Halyard's, where I stopped for a little while during my wander. On Friday we leave for our trip to Europe! It's been just over two years since my last visit, and I'm super excited. I still have some freelance work to do; drawings for the documentary— and… Continue reading Most of her hair was piled up inside a wooly hat
Today is an unexpected day off for me after working more or less every day since February 26! Granted, some of those days I only worked 2-3 hours, but still, this has come at a perfect time, as one of my big project deadlines culminated in our company's annual event yesterday. Very nice to have… Continue reading Yesterday the Spring Equinox; today a Snow Day
A sample of one of the little instagram comics that Z and I crafted last year under the handle @whileyouwerehappy. We kept at it for awhile, but it was time-consuming and after maybe 4-5 months our attentions inevitably turned elsewhere. It was fun, though, and we really did make ourselves laugh like mad people over… Continue reading We cracked ourselves up with comics of a dark-hearted emoji
This image, a detail of one of my assemblages involving old porcelain dolls. Their halos are of sterling wire.
I think the original title of this was A sick thing upon the rocks in the very early morning. It's from when I was a teenager in college. (I think the sketch that precipitated this ink drawing originated during an acid trip; that coming down feeling—) As I see it now, looking through the archive,… Continue reading Winter itself is exhausted; kicks and screams against its scheduled retreat nonetheless
Above: sketch of a suburb— viewed from the spire, as it were. A suburb represents, to me, a place that lacks the most wonderful parts of both cities and wide open spaces*; A pattern imposed; a restrictive one— made to serve its developer's purpose rather than its inhabitants. Sometimes, life feels that way, no? (how… Continue reading how things move altogether too quickly and smoothly once a pattern is imposed
Here are a couple watercolor studies I did last night involving compositions of overlapping shapes. I haven't touched my half-pans in months, and it was nice to get out the brushes again. These are related -somewhat- to elements of a small design system I'm in the midst of at work for an upcoming event. In… Continue reading On messing about with the interplay of color, briefly
On offer today: some marker and pen sketches of folks from the last Friday night at Hope & Anchor. Officially closed as of Sunday, and as I understand they had a sort of second line jazz funeral for the beloved diner and karaoke joint of Red Hook.. It's a place I'll sorely miss; another casualty… Continue reading These are the last; there will be no more
This photo is from awhile ago, but it's still one of the truest portraits ever taken of me (thx Tarikh). It's who I am, want to be, ever will be. (I miss that coat, I'll always be a bit of an 80's punk rock kid, for better for or worse) .  .  .… Continue reading Life is what happens while a series of dreams or ideas play out; and then you decide what you’re willing to own.
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