A trip to rural Pennsylvania Sunday through Tuesday, for the 150th Commemmoration of the Battle of Gettysburg. I worked on the visual portion for the opening ceremony, which was reason enough for my Dad to plan a road trip; Tara Lynne and I joined the expedition. I’d never been, and it was wonderful to soak… Continue reading The Museum: recent acquisitions
'Nother drawing. These are nighttime shadows—movie-watching shadows. But I'd have liked to've been on a beach. Would like to be on one now, but work.
This creature, hiding his hands for so long, grows a new protective limb; a second ribcage around the heart—an Odalisque refusing intimacy; allergic to vulnerability. My hands are prettiest when they are smeared in ink, paint, any pigment; any evidence of my stock in trade. Drawing is my origin, my core. It’s something I have… Continue reading An assignment to make me better
This is what happens when I watch Project Runway. Yesterday’s sort of gusting W I N D throws some of the apartment’s weaknesses into high relief; an embarrassing semblance of outdated aluminum-framed windows in the kitchen, and utter lack of insulation in the outhouse—er, bathroom. The place is downright chilly on such days. This time… Continue reading Duchy & Vole
After spending awhile wandering Green-Wood cemetery, Zac and I managed to gather a great many twigs and sticks from various fallen limb debris. We reconvened, each with our collections; checked their sizes and sturdiness against the two halves of a cigar box (which had been stained and prepped a few weeks ago), and edited out… Continue reading Diminutive forests, captured
January has been a month of much reading. It started out with a lot of watching, but morphed into a tuneless, commercial-free zone of reading. I’ve nearly read this personal finance blog from beginning to (almost) current; and stumbled upon sexpigeon this week, which is hilarious in a quiet, actual person voice kinda way; been… Continue reading Winter pursuits: reading
I haven't put anything here on the blog in an age. Now it's a new year, and I plan to get back into my non-work creative pursuits. I have been blaming work and being busy in general for my lack of non-work creative endeavors, but I have recently come to realize there was more to… Continue reading Starting the year by drawing again
Just stumbled upon a post at TopDesign Mag entitled "Calendar Design at its Best—15 Superb Examples", and to my delight, Calendria (my calendar for 2010) was among them. Bloody jolly! Maybe I should design another calendar this year, as I've not done one since. Hmmm something to think about; always good to have a project in addition… Continue reading Calendria in the press
This is a rather serious and pointy looking thing Zac and I made earlier in the week on a whim. It's from the gold-leaf middle section of a large piece of Chinese funeral paper (joss paper). Don't ask me why it took two of us— it was just a sport of spontaneous creation moment; he… Continue reading flower made from Chinese funeral paper and wire
Henry Peters Gray, portrait painter, circa 1850 This and many other antique portraits (two more examples after the jump) live at a tumblr blog called "My Daguerreotype Boyfriend," subtitled Where early photography meets extreme hotness. Lotsa' fun, check it out. (Thanks to John for sharing this on fb.) Johannes Brahms, circa 1853, age 20 Ernest Hemingway, age… Continue reading “My Daguerreotype Boyfriend”
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