Saturday night, after a dinner of much Argentinian steak in the East Village, we wended our way to Avenue C and caught some live Bluegrass music at Banjo Jim's– a rather large and interchanging group of musicians for such a small space, and an enjoyable exercise in gesture drawing for me and my sketchbook. (A… Continue reading Bluegrass at Banjo Jim’s
Here's one that's more more sartorially ornate than the previous portraits, and this woman had an intense stare as she sat for the camera.
Tuffet, pouffe or hassock are all terms for a piece of furniture used as a footstool or low seat. The names tuffet and hassock are both derived from English names for a small grassy hillock or clump of grass, in use since at least the sixteenth century. Pouffe is a nineteenth century French import for… Continue reading Pouffe is a nineteenth century French import for “something puffed out”.
Another drawing-in-progress of an old photo– Update: click to see finished drawing. Well, it's no longer winter, but this drawing remains (as yet) unfinished. In other news, more of the same: strange, unsettling dreams to accompany the busy time that is Spring. No complaints! I would add some of the dreams here, but there is… Continue reading Tempuratures at an all-time high
a girl, overexposed. pencil, ink and gouache on paper. and a Lady. pencil on paper. Slivers of drawings from art nights– more to come. Maybe these will become prints...
I had a dream back in mid-February, while I was in the early stages of reading Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead, and it was odd, but not really odd until about ten days later, when I reached a point in the book in which something so similar to a room from that dream was described in… Continue reading the glass cage
February sped past, huh? I know, I'm always writing about T I M E. The graphic design business has picked up again– here i am suddenly working on about seven or eight projects at once, after the dearth of projects that was known as January. It goes this way. Additionally I have been working on… Continue reading Burning the candle at both ends
Looking out through plant leaves at the snow accumulating A man hunched against the wind and snow, crossing the street on 5th Avenue A car slowly blanketed by accumulation The streets are uncommonly deserted in midday along the avenue Even with it so bright outside, the apartment gets dark with snow build-up, as the skylights… Continue reading Snow Day!
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