It arrived with that kind of grey rain that settles in for a few days, so you just have to settle with it. I was out all day Sunday and into the night; eight miles of walking in the rain, and when I got home the apartment was clammy like when it rains at a… Continue reading And just like that: Autumn
I remember when I was younger there was a sort of general consensus around the idea that New Yorkers* were among the most self-obsessed, narcissistic assholes on the planet, especially artist and academic types†. And, I don’t know, maybe that was true. Things have changed though. Through the power of technology (smart phones, social media,… Continue reading
My feet are shredded; torn up and abused by the shoes of summer. It’s not that the shoes are uncomfortable per se, but most (cute) summer shoes are too flat to wear often, and the others I counterbalance with: too constraining. Opposites, each feels a relief after the other, yet compounding irritations alternately. It being… Continue reading Having to wear shoes all day in summer feels like foot binding
My brother came to visit for a few days. We had an adventure-filled weekend, and I'm thankful for his visit, as I was when my older brother and his family were here earlier in the month. Not only to have spent time with them, but also because visitors ensure you get out and do things.… Continue reading The floating city; a mirage in the heat of a summer day
A bit of in-progress work for a travel project— a bit of an arts and culture map via watercolor. I find it sweet and endearing. But then I would; I've been working on it for two weeks, and have become rather attached. Can't explain it in full, as it's for a small audience, but I… Continue reading Cartographics color the way we see the world when we get there.
Last month I created more images using my watercolor paired with digital vectors technique, this time for some editorial illustrations. They were for an article suggesting things to do while in NYC based upon visitors' astrological signs, which was published earlier this month. These took a departure from my food illustrations, in that these form… Continue reading Watery interpretations of celestial superstitions
My brother and Seneca in the ring while I was up at the Farm in July. Summer! It’s been too hot. It’s rained a lot. It’s been busy with work, and (half Fridays notwithstanding) I’ve still not gone on a date with the Atlantic Ocean. Haven’t cycled as much as I’d like. But it’s been… Continue reading Summer hid a whetstone in the slender paths between cornstalks
And, at long last, here, I write something again. Don’t think I haven’t longed for it; time without writing makes a ruin of me. A mere responder rather than a decided adventurer. Time— without time to think, to write— renders me a to-do list, at best. Ugh. And I’ve been feeling a right failure of… Continue reading How life makes failures of us all with sunshine, and the gentle rapid passing of time*
Observing and Listening have become almost superpowers in the contemporary world. Such pursuits are almost the opposite of (though are often mistaken for) 'consuming', because to truly see and/or hear takes as much patience and skill as any act of creation. They are the wells that feed creation. Processes —both of observation and research— culminate in… Continue reading Superpowers
Revisiting the April trip, zooming back to Berlin, in black and white. We begin here in RAW-Gelande, the graffiti-clad playground to artists and DJs, just over the river in East Berlin.. Feeling a little Brutal(ism) on this corner, but in person it was a rather lovely building. blue sky reflecting in all the glass. As… Continue reading Promise after this one we go home
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