The one who’s been the most present for over four years has gone. Left in a car packed with all he owns on a bright cold Sunday, December. Left a scar. We walked around the neighborhood late last night lamenting the change. Still almost not understanding or accepting— but a dawning sense. Still to come—… Continue reading Sad days ahead
I was at a friend's house the other night who owns one of a series of paintings I did in '05. I haven't done a proper painting in a couple of years, and looking at it, I wondered why. These paintings were all fleshed-out from sketches I'd done in many sketchbooks over the course of a couple… Continue reading the Grotesques
Over the past month, Zac and I have had a fair few intense conversations. About All the Things. (His life is in Big Change mode. He is, reluctantly and after hard choices, leaving New York for a spell.) Reaction. Regret. Assumption. Presumption. Family. Work. Life. Future. Past. Friendship. Love. The upshot (and down) is that there's no end to Learning. (If you're lucky.)
Yesterday I was tidying up. As I lifted a pad of bristol, a half-sheet fell out, and this image was on it. Charcoal smears, with a faint but delineated pencil border (crop lines, obviously). I don't recall what its original intent was— perhaps a layer to be added to some digitally-finished illustration. It struck me at the moment, though, as… Continue reading Reflexions
Autumn, like Spring, is adventure time. Wander time. I’ve been filling up on these. You decide an initial direction or destination, from there you follow your feet, or state of mind. You flow. Chasing miles. Chasing the magic hour. Moonrise. It's nice to chase it all in my own city; the deepening blue, jeweled with lights of infrastructure and the… Continue reading A philosophical pedestrianism
A few days ago: one of those anxiety dreams in which what you want eludes you, but all sorts of things (nice, but not what you’re looking for in the dream; trivial or material things) are coming at you easily, unbidden. It’s difficult to wake up from such a dream feeling at ease. Where does… Continue reading little stories
The days are getting shorter. There’s an angle to the sunlight that casts shadows on the leaves; interpretation of a morse code from Winter: I’m on my way. An inborn tendency to get thinky and introspective. But that part hasn’t settled in yet, so here are some drawings.
Here's a poster and wall banner I designed for South Brooklyn Shakespeare's first event in their salon reading series, to take place on November 1. ( La Dia de los Muertos, poor Yorick!) October has blustered in with a bitch slap, weather-wise, here in NYC. Prelude to Hurricane Joaquin. Not very nice, but that's autumn… Continue reading October snuck in
Summer’s second bookend, this weekend. Labor Day is past. But the mercury’s back up, and New York City has ‘extended beach season*’. Here’s something that seems to happen regularly in my business practice. Work gets a little slow after a period of hustle, so I decide to use the time productively / proactively for the… Continue reading Anticipating a shift
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