My dreams this morning were a wildly colorful and vivid jumble of characters and scenarios, from which I could hardly escape or retreat. And I don’t think I wanted to. I've been drawing much more than writing these days, and I've not transcribed a dream upon waking in quite awhile. Even today, this was as… Continue reading The subconscious: it’s bigger on the inside
As I mentioned in yesterday's post, I went to the Ice House in Red Hook after stopping in at Bait & Tackle. There are always lots of people to observe and sketch on a fine day in the backyard there. Although I think this structural meditation on the wall is my favorite of these three.… Continue reading People in the backyard on Sunday
Took my bike out yesterday afternoon for some riding around on the waterfront in Brooklyn— first to Brooklyn Bridge Park to view the new little marina at Pier six. Below is a pic of the piece pre-inking, and a snapshot of the view from where I sat (after the sailboat in the drawing had gone).… Continue reading A day out on the bike to sketch
Nah, the sign says children playing, but it's in the backyard of a bar, so kind of the same thing. I was doing two sides of the yard at once to be inconspicuous, and wound up with a giant guy floating behind the people with popcorn. Rather an odd image.
A couple little do-dads. Above, from the sketchbook, a quick rendering of Bran Stark in Game of Thrones, season six. Below is the third of my HAIR Lines studies, which I painted in honor of tomorrow's Mermaid Parade in Coney Island. The flapper comes alive in seaweed greens.
Art archive today! Here are some quaint little buildings I was commissioned to illustrate a number of years ago for a scene in a video game. I believe the project ran out of funding, which was too bad, as I enjoyed working on it.
Some time back, I began a series of drawings with a project in mind: a coloring book, all about studies of hair. Well, after I'd got three of them inked, I had a few printed on card stock, for test runs. I've been looking forward to doing an hombre on the woman's hair, and I… Continue reading Hair Lines: test runs in watercolor
The feeling when You’ve got back from the beach— shook out the sand donned fresh togs. Open the window, or maybe the air conditioner. Nothing left. All’s as it was before the beach Save that pretzel taste on your lips and a fine tiredness— that welcome, long lost fatigue peculiar to beach days.
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