(That phone looks way out of proportion! Larger than his arm, but then so is the hand that's holding it, and the arm got all wimbly-wombly. O well.)
sketchbook nonsense
Category: drawing
Drawings from the moleskine
Bars are always good for studying human nature, at its best or worst (and all the in-betweens). Poor TL, Thursday evening. When I stopped in, she was dealing with a lot of douche-baggery— I hope they tipped her well to make up for that guy whose card wouldn't go through, yet insisted on putting up a… Continue reading Drawings from the moleskine
A dilemma, revisited
After a week of percolating and indecision, an idea for this table hatched and I began the work (unironically) on labor day. I've stripped the top surface and all four legs, and have a plan to create a backgammon pattern on the top. Having seen how beautiful the wood beneath the old finish is, I've elected to leave… Continue reading A dilemma, revisited
Umbrellas and breakers
Its beaches are among New York City's finest assets in the summer season, and the past weekend included two days delightfully spent where the Atlantic meets the sand at Jacob Riis Park. I spied a couple of cormorants drifting on the water out beyond the crashing waves. They're more commonly spotted lounging in the sun on the jetties of Coney, drying their… Continue reading Umbrellas and breakers
Observations in ink
Sketchbook anthropology during a birthday gathering in a crowded bar.
Back to some drawings
Here are a couple of silly drawings from the sketchbook the other night. I've been remiss here, as happens at times, especially in summer, when the call of being outdoors is strong. .
Silenced is not Equal: #BlackLivesMatter
Here is the latest in my "Don't See Don't Speak" (or the Red Hand of Shut It) series— something more topical in response to the tragic and avoidable events of last week. Please feel free to share this widely and repost (as is). Below are some progress scans of the pencilling. One again, I forgot to… Continue reading Silenced is not Equal: #BlackLivesMatter
Observations and imaginaries
Replaced a gel-ink pen I lost last weekend; nice for smearing, getting some greyscale tones. These seem to really want some color, but I'd forgot to bring my half pans with me last evening. I may yet revisit and paint them, though.
New sketchbook
A couple of drawings from the new Moleskine. My last book took three months to fill, which is rather long. I'd like to put in more consistent drawing hours this time. Aaaaaand, I'm putting this photo here to show you how a print of the first in my Red Hand series looks in a frame (super!), and to serve… Continue reading New sketchbook
Farewell, Red
Here is a portrait I did this week in memory of my horse, Red, whom we lost on Monday. He was 35 this year, and feisty as ever— now running and grazing in the Elysian Fields. I've been planning to write about him this week, but the portrait was a softer catharsis. Instead, I've unearthed what I wrote three summers ago, late one August night at the Farm:
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