Bonsai trees at the National Arboretum in DC; the second one is a mangrove tree from South America. Kelley, her mother, cousins and I went on Sunday afternoon to visit the koi and feed them, but the pellet machine was empty. We saw the azaleas in bloom– lighting up the forested hillsides like pink and… Continue reading bonsai
That's a phrase lifted from Cary Tennis in today's Since You Asked column. I think it makes a fine title and perhaps I will do a drawing for it. Or something. You can't go wrong with the word scoundrel in a sentence. It has a theatrical flair. It evokes imaginary and colorful histories; ubiquitously nostalgic,… Continue reading the costumery of scoundrels
The tech will be coming tomorrow between 10:00 and 3:00. Fingers crossed. * * * abstract (unrelated)– the goal: not necessarily realistic, but well-realized.
Another poor night of sleep. It has partly to do with the noise of the outside world, but something else as well; perhaps with stress and the sensation of being overextended and overwhelmed. We tossed and turned like waves on a sea with blood in its eyes. I've just read an article regarding a recent… Continue reading out of focus– even in sleep
* note to self– there's a scarecity of images of the big fishes on this blog thing. Put up some nice ones of them all.
If the kernel were (not a colonel) a general, the general is Caesar (swift, sudden and devastating attacks!), my poor iMac is Vercingetorix (doomed!), and his luck has run out– Today it's crossed a threshold and it's utterly unusable– even with nothing running save iTunes, it experienced the panic. I'm waiting to hear from the… Continue reading Vercingetorix wept.
Clinton building, much changed from its pink sky days. (40" x 30") Amsterdam map. The upper half show the progress made at art night on Tuesday. (24" x 18") Maps and blue are the new introduction to this leg of the architectural series, the third of which is the row of Amsterdam houses on the… Continue reading paintings: progress
Yesterday afternoon I had a bit of a nap, having finished up on a deadline. It took awhile to fall asleep; I lay there, eyes closed, sounds from out on the street coming in. I love that middle realm– you're not asleep yet but neither are you really awake. Often in that space I experience… Continue reading of recent moments; not now.
Finally, a drawing! [It's been since 03/12. This one was done on 04/17. Too long in between]
Sadness and heaviness– a call from Kelley last night letting me know that her father had passed. Carl and Barbara always treated me as another daughter to them and I love them both. Carl, you will be greatly missed.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 