A number of years ago I published a limited edition of a book of drawings entitled A Collection of Surmised Grotesques. It was a project that grew out of my sketchbook drawings; some were loosely based on observations, though many were invented out of whole cloth. Each page featured an individual, and a line or two about personality,… Continue reading Early grotesques: art archive
Some scans from an old sketchbook— whimsy with art markers. (Always with the forks) This one is a drawing of a table i inherited from my grandparents' house. I stripped the top surfaces and painted a black and white harlequin pattern which nicely offset the brown veneer and brass-tipped legs. I had to leave it… Continue reading Colors on whimsy: art archive
Last summer I posted a tease of the two illustrations above, as they were in progress. These were two of a series of ten illustrations I was commissioned to create for the Cocktail Guide to the Galaxy, a recipe book written by R.A. Heidel (also the proprietor of The Way Station, famous for its Tardis).… Continue reading Cocktail Guide to the Galaxy— illustrations
While upstate over the holiday, I did some excavating and archiving of old art* and other things when I could find time. Often late at night, when the house was quiet. The first night followed time spent watching old super 8 home movies from childhood. A natural progression, and something I'd planned to do this trip.… Continue reading Notes from the archives
More observations of people out and about in the amorphous days before the new year begins. Incidentally, the watercolor-looking sketches such as these have all been executed using a Pilot G2 gel ink pen, which smears wonderfully (leaving me with an inky fingertip).
Some observational do-dads in the sketchbook from my excursion upstate over the Christmas holiday.
Watched Blood and Sand the other night. Well, as much as we could stand. It's a movie starring Tyrone Power from 1941, and it's frightfully long. The story meanders all over the place; it goes from trippy to moralistic to downright weird and cheesy. We made it through about and hour and a half before giving… Continue reading Toreador
The mist had become rain proper by the time we emerged island-side to East Village sidewalks full of hopefuls.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 