Deep into the night under the same moon, the stevedore carved away at a piece of meerschaum, his replacement stone for scrimshaw bone. Salt and sea were in his blood, and old traditions are sluggish to die. This is what he carved. + + + .
Just beyond the bordering fields, some rook-splay deer hopscotched across the rocks and pools of the marshland beneath a waxing gibbous moon. + + + Below is the sketch that precipitated the finished drawing. Sometimes I can't tell whether I prefer the quick sloppy sketches or the clean finished drawings.
In early fall that she finished moving into the house. It’d seen better days, but its bones were strong, and she was determined to bring it back to life. As she was cleaning, she came across a leathery old box in an upstairs room; retrieved it from the shadows of a closet. + +… Continue reading Day Two: she moved house in the early days of autumn
An old box was hidden on the top shelf at the rear of a little-used closet upstairs. There it waited bound in butcher’s twine, its secrets to be uncovered. + + + I can't believe it's been a year already! And yet a very full year; how much has changed. Welcome to Inktober 2018! If you're… Continue reading Day One: a forgotten box tied with twine
Here is a sketch from last night that I initially posted on instagram with the title “It's Our Pleasure to Serve You, off the clock". New Yorkers may recognize this personification of the blue and white Greek-styled coffee cup; the default paper cup used in thousands of corner delis for years. And here are some… Continue reading It’s Our Pleasure to Serve you
The state flower of New York is the rose, which also happens to be our national flower. It signifies love and beauty, as well as war and politics. I'm researching and sketching them for a project in which they may play a large role— a wallpaper design to be precise. The tricky thing about roses,… Continue reading The language of flowers in statecraft
A little hubris in the night: dabbling in a redesign of the CHi-Rho to make my own "I Rule" monogram. So there I was, watching another Waldemar Januszczak Art/History documentary; this one exploring the emerging art around early Christianity. Before there was a single image of Christ, there were symbols. The fish, of course, we know… Continue reading Fun with monograms: the Chi-Rho
Here is my other treasure from the Antiquarian Book Fair (which was fairly well-stocked with so-called Ephemera, that I obv adore)— a stellar and skilled portrait, the likes of this level I've rarely seen in my years of collecting Cabinet Card pictures as they're called when mounted and 'framed' on cards like this. This is… Continue reading The skills of observation are the same, whether painted or photographed
Along A Path, 2011 (intaglio and aquatint) I've just signed up —at long last— for another printmaking class! Difficult to believe it's been seven years since my scholarship to learn copperplate etching (intaglio) at Manhattan Graphics Center, which was my first and only foray into this fantastic ancient method of picture-making. The class begins in… Continue reading A long overdue revisitation
Here's a page from an antique journal or diary of sorts— it's from an old "Autographs" book that I purchased at the Antiquarian Book Fair last Sunday at the Brooklyn Expo in Greenpoint, and the majority of dates found within are between 1879-1884. It was a sacred collection of sentiments, photographs, and drawings of one… Continue reading Regard me as a Sink
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 