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
Recently, almost every time a Wordpress update happened, there resulted some issue with the Layerslider plug-in, rendering one or more pages of my art folio site dysfunctional. Not very nice! And I'm sick of the endless parade of updates. For now my solution has been to create cascading grid-style portfolios, not reliant on third party bullshit. At length, I'll… Continue reading Elizabeth Daggar: Art & Other Follies
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:
Here's a sketch that began a few days ago as a 30 second pencil study while watching a Manfield Park (it's been done multiple times for screen). Returned to it yesterday and it became, essentially, a study of hair. Initial pencilling and inking rendered it very Revolver in aspect, as you can see in the process scans.… Continue reading A little Mansfield Park (in ink, watercolor)
It housed much of what I had been missing, as in the poem— symbolically, aspects of myself suffering some neglect. No mistake that the sprawling, feverishly researched and planned-for projects were the first things I unearthed.
Had an excursion into the big town last night for a bluegrass session at Mona's. A gaggle of talented musicians and an enthusiastic crowd. My gesture drawing is rusty; not as fast as I could have been, so I missed a lot of good angles or compositions. (Also forgot how much the markers bleed.)
Here is the fourth in a series I've been calling, alternately, 'Don't see, don't speak' or (informally, and more frequently) 'The Red Hand of Shut It'. Symbolically speaking, it's about being lied to and/or being silenced— not having a voice. Or, I guess, any nature of marginalization or suppression, whether personal or on a larger scale. It needs expanding.… Continue reading Red Hand No.4 (pencil and watercolor)
It’s been six months. You’re still gone. Apart has become normal even to us. Absence is absence, but we get on. We’re fine, we're Good. We speak rarely, but feel every day. Maybe that’s why the silence. Words are too articulate— they make things real. I’ve been drawing, writing, living. You too. Past is past. I’m… Continue reading The away team wears grey ’cause they’re Away
The third in a new series. Above is the finished version; this one is on 9" x 12" bristol paper. (The two previous were done in my moleskin, 5" x 8".) PROCESS: (These were shot on my iPhone, so not nearly as crisp or clean as the final, which was scanned.)
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