The wind in the trees at night in October sounds like all the silent wishes of dreams, rushing to be first in line.
Color shift, mood shift
Author: edaggarart
Visuals and fork collectrix. Artist and designer. Author of The Museum, an artist's blog.
On a crisp fall afternoon, abandon practical pursuits
A Monday broke sunny and fine in October. Distractions around post-debate night in what must be one of the most absurd political races in modernity. Not a good day for 'deep focus' or productivity. Abandon practical pursuits. Walk.
celestial bodies
The point of departure here was the 30 circles exercise, but I'm not much of a one for following rules so I made them all different sizes and then it became all about the composition of the circles and ultimately turned into a kindof gravitational meditation in pencil. And then I went full Dr Seuss on that… Continue reading celestial bodies
the lake is blue, the forest watchful
"every detail clear, tin cup and rippled mirror. The day is bright and songless" —from Morning in the Burned House, by Margaret Atwood Spent two days camping upstate midweek, and the first day was clear and beautiful, temperate.
A little reminder at the end of Summer
...that New York was Nieuw Amsterdam. Alright, it may be a bit of a stretch, but it was the Dutch who sent Mr Hudson in search of a new passage to Asia, but what he jolly well found would become the capital city of New Netherland.
sketchbook nonsense
(That phone looks way out of proportion! Larger than his arm, but then so is the hand that's holding it, and the arm got all wimbly-wombly. O well.)
A table restoration project | Process
A few weeks ago, as I mentioned in this post, I found a discarded table around the corner from my apartment. It's a modern reproduction, a simplified (straight legs not curved) variant on a Queen Anne style (yay, more QA!). It's a gaming table to boot, as the top flips over and the obverse is felt-lined.… Continue reading A table restoration project | Process
Drawings from the moleskine
Bars are always good for studying human nature, at its best or worst (and all the in-betweens). Poor TL, Thursday evening. When I stopped in, she was dealing with a lot of douche-baggery— I hope they tipped her well to make up for that guy whose card wouldn't go through, yet insisted on putting up a… Continue reading Drawings from the moleskine
A dilemma, revisited
After a week of percolating and indecision, an idea for this table hatched and I began the work (unironically) on labor day. I've stripped the top surface and all four legs, and have a plan to create a backgammon pattern on the top. Having seen how beautiful the wood beneath the old finish is, I've elected to leave… Continue reading A dilemma, revisited
September
Waning of summer month, end of beach weather month. Back to work and back to school month. Memory— no A pattern, died in the wool. Buckled-up books, backpacks, cardigans. Skirts and stockings and closed-up shoes that suddenly feel too tight. Early rising, hasty breakfasting— Tie your shoes and Don’t forget your lunch and The bus… Continue reading September
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