As a designer who works in video, I’ve been meaning to get a handle on Snapchat for awhile. Turned out all I needed was a four hour bus ride wherein I was basically trapped and a little bored— and voila! A monster was born.
The other night around 11:15 I texted TL— Wanna ride bikes to the swings at third street? I could do- sketching a song at the moment Maybe at midnight? We could walk too, either way Bikes def. Adult swing on midnight's wing And so we did. Such a joy, and a perfect evening for these endeavors. A couple… Continue reading Cycling and swinging: ways to fly
Here is the latest in my "Don't See Don't Speak" (or the Red Hand of Shut It) series— something more topical in response to the tragic and avoidable events of last week. Please feel free to share this widely and repost (as is). Below are some progress scans of the pencilling. One again, I forgot to… Continue reading Silenced is not Equal: #BlackLivesMatter
We are not a nation known for nuance— apparently what’s implicit is not always obvious. But if a sensitive, painstaking explanation is what’s required, let what's viral be helpful. #BlackLivesMatterToo
Replaced a gel-ink pen I lost last weekend; nice for smearing, getting some greyscale tones. These seem to really want some color, but I'd forgot to bring my half pans with me last evening. I may yet revisit and paint them, though.
A couple of drawings from the new Moleskine. My last book took three months to fill, which is rather long. I'd like to put in more consistent drawing hours this time. Aaaaaand, I'm putting this photo here to show you how a print of the first in my Red Hand series looks in a frame (super!), and to serve… Continue reading New sketchbook
I have a lot of pages in the notes app on my iPhone. Here are just a few things I found today while looking for a specific bit of info. Enjoy. "We live in time, and through it, we build our huts in its ruin, or used to, and we cannot afford all these abandonings." — The Angle of Repose, Wallace Stegner
Recently, almost every time a Wordpress update happened, there resulted some issue with the Layerslider plug-in, rendering one or more pages of my art folio site dysfunctional. Not very nice! And I'm sick of the endless parade of updates. For now my solution has been to create cascading grid-style portfolios, not reliant on third party bullshit. At length, I'll… Continue reading Elizabeth Daggar: Art & Other Follies
Here is a portrait I did this week in memory of my horse, Red, whom we lost on Monday. He was 35 this year, and feisty as ever— now running and grazing in the Elysian Fields. I've been planning to write about him this week, but the portrait was a softer catharsis. Instead, I've unearthed what I wrote three summers ago, late one August night at the Farm:
Here's a sketch that began a few days ago as a 30 second pencil study while watching a Manfield Park (it's been done multiple times for screen). Returned to it yesterday and it became, essentially, a study of hair. Initial pencilling and inking rendered it very Revolver in aspect, as you can see in the process scans.… Continue reading A little Mansfield Park (in ink, watercolor)
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 