You don’t even have to think about what you’re saying, the starets said. All you have to have in the beginning is quantity. Then, later on, it becomes quality all by itself. — Franny and Zooey, by JD Salinger This passage is from the first of several ‘acts’ of the short novel, when Franny is describing… Continue reading What the starets said
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
Each successive month of summer leaves us in its wake faster than the previous— longing for 9:30 sunsets, never quite knowing what time it is for the wanton excess of sunlight. This summer has held some challenges and sad moments, a couple more of which I learned about on Sunday. 2016 has been an unstable year, and persistently so.… Continue reading Lengthening shadows of late summer
Sketchbook anthropology during a birthday gathering in a crowded bar.
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. .
Sometimes I feel as though I’m steering a ship with no map, no stars to navigate by, and the most frustrating thing is that there’s no way to even ask for a map, for stars. You’re just there, adrift in the darkness, hoping that the next piece of intel will crack some code, provide you… Continue reading Cardinal directions
As a designer who works in video, I’ve been meaning to get a handle on Snapchat for awhile. Turned out all I needed was a four hour bus ride wherein I was basically trapped and a little bored— and voila! A monster was born.
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
We are not a nation known for nuance— apparently what’s implicit is not always obvious. But if a sensitive, painstaking explanation is what’s required, let what's viral be helpful. #BlackLivesMatterToo
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.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 