On a cold, windy weekend I contrived a little garland of fabric flags— droll points affixed at intervals to a length of pale ribbon because the undraped window looked dreary and forlorn. Days later I looked at them, trying to gauge whether they cheered. Outside, the trees wore bright-gold leaves, a yellow burst against the… Continue reading fabric flags
Just some randoms from the past week. Bits n bobs.
Anyone else remember the law from ancient Rome, wherein a temporary dictator could be appointed in times of national crisis? Aside, here's a sketch from Halloween Monday. Looks like Freddy Kreuger; maybe that's what she was going for. While I captured her sweater and hat with some panache, I got her profile all wrong. Don't judge… Continue reading Bits from the sketchbook
Here's a piece I did Monday evening. I've had these cradled wood panels in a box for several years now, and kinda forgot about them. But also, I tend to get too precious about materials (fear of sullying the perfect blank page, as it were). Time to stop that. TL made the panels for me a few years ago; I… Continue reading It’s almost Halloween! Here’s a painting of a creepy girl
Here's another page from the book mentioned in a previous post. These inner pages are far more fragile than was the Title Page proper, as you can see by the deterioration in this drawing. (A lot of those bits fell off during the drawing process— mechanical pencils are sharp!)
Friday I woke early— in an hour often filled with shrieks and cacophony in the playground across the street. This morning there was only a fine stillness, accompanied by the sound of a steady, soft rain falling wetly on the leaves and pavement.
Found this coverless, foxed old paperback in the 50¢ bin at Bruised Apple Books in Peekskill, NY during our camping trip a few weeks ago. It was clearly a popular volume in its time (319th edition!), its slender chapters sporting titles that encompass all the feels, to use contemporary parlance. Here are just a few… Expansions (development)… Continue reading The beauty of antique paper
The wind in the trees at night in October sounds like all the silent wishes of dreams, rushing to be first in line.
The point of departure here was the 30 circles exercise, but I'm not much of a one for following rules so I made them all different sizes and then it became all about the composition of the circles and ultimately turned into a kindof gravitational meditation in pencil. And then I went full Dr Seuss on that… Continue reading celestial bodies
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