Two Fridays ago, Kim and I trained out to Coney. It was her birthday, and though we got a late start due to other obligations, had a fantastic few hours on the beach; A perfect swimming day. When we came out of the subway station, we were delighted to see a most amazing and wonderful… Continue reading an afternoon in Coney
A little drawing I did last night with some new pencils (the full drawing is at the end of the post). I must stop buying new art supplies. For awhile. Until I've used up some of those I've got! The discipline of making, of doing the work, every day, is not an easy one for… Continue reading drawing with black and white pencils
That is, the North Fork (of Long Island). Miscellaneous sketches from a weekend away, locally. Ben; the posse at delicious dinner table (it was a weekend of good foodie chefs in the house); and finally a random sketch began on Saturday evening, but finally finished this evening (at TWB in Exile's first meeting). None of… Continue reading a weekend on the upper tine
click to see full drawings... That last drawing I named 'Little My in later years." If you're familiar with the Moominvalley stories by the late, lovely Tove Jansson, Little My was a character thereincluded– always jovial, energetic. Actually, now I think about it, it should be the Mymble's Daughter; older sister to feisty Little My,… Continue reading kraft paper drawings
It was in a dream, and I was writing the names and routes of kids from the school in the district. I'd been placed for some reason in an office relating to the busing of schoolchildren. I'd begun by sorting and opening the mail, and realized too late that I'd opened an envelope for the… Continue reading As I recorded the relevent details I saw my writing grow increasingly larger and more ornate.
Here are two stills from some video I shot at the New York Aquarium on Friday afternoon. Though I've been to Coney Island many, many times, I'd never gone to the Aquarium before. Small though it may be, it was a delightful place to visit (not least because of the great blubbering walruses which we… Continue reading How can these be real?
and I hear fireworks in the distance. Summer.
[Dream] I went to stay at the house of a friend. We were kids, maybe teens, so it was the house of her parents really. The place was magnificent– I thought. It was crowded and filled with things, and the areas to walk were narrow and had to be picked through carefully. Nowhere in the… Continue reading A house of breathing music
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