I've been feeling a kind of restlessness— one that's mostly stayed away for awhile, so I'm not sure I recognize it exactly, but it feels familiar. The best thing for it is a renewed dedication to process and making. I've been active, productive, but it's been all maintenance, freelance work, and bits n bobs. I… Continue reading a bit of a lull
Today was a fine day for the first long wander in months. Walked five and a half miles through four neighborhoods. Silvered sun, soft air, and a gentle bewilderment— muscle memory or sense memory awakening in the new light. On the way home, stopped at the grocery store for a few things and bought a fancy little… Continue reading a wander, a tree, sketches
I've just read Ali Smith's introduction to the (surprisingly recent) English translation of Tove Jansson's Fair Play, which I suspect will be a new favorite. Among other things, it's about editing, in art and in life— an ongoing making and remaking of things, of days. An excerpt from the introduction: The book opens, then, on a simple… Continue reading ‘Fair Play’
Some pencil and watercolor drawings from the sketchbook; mainly focused on rendering hair, which is great fun to paint with watercolors.
This is what editing looked like yesterday. I’ve been in a frenzy of eliminating items from my apartment; going through boxes, drawers, shelves— anything that no longer makes the cut is out. Trash, recycle or donate. Two of the friends I met up with last night said they'd been doing the same thing this weekend; how… Continue reading On Editing
Some of the sketches from Sunday's wander day revisited with watercolor and paper collage. More pages after the jump>> On the two above (though it's really hard to see), I played with using a bit of paper lace as a mask– painted in the negative spaces with acrylic glaze, let dry, then painted over it with the watercolor.… Continue reading Sketchbook and watercolor : reacquaint
Sunday was the first day in the 40s NYC has seen in months, and it was well appreciated. Went to the Neue Galerie with a couple of friends to have a look at the Egon Schiele portraits exhibit, and seeing his work in person is never disappointing. His linework is so sure and fine, and his… Continue reading Schiele Portraits and a wander day in the city
Today broke delightfully sunny but heartrendingly windy, and that’s a confounding combination. How I miss civilized weather. Awoke suddenly this morning to a distinct memory of listening to The Queen is Dead in my room at the farm on the record player my folks gave me when I turned 16. It was an all-in-one type,… Continue reading A sun-bright frozen Sunday
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