I left my sketchbook home, so– index card drawings
Category: sketchbook
A poinsettia and holiday drinkers
More observations of people out and about in the amorphous days before the new year begins. Incidentally, the watercolor-looking sketches such as these have all been executed using a Pilot G2 gel ink pen, which smears wonderfully (leaving me with an inky fingertip).
Stylizations of the observed: Rochester edition
Some observational do-dads in the sketchbook from my excursion upstate over the Christmas holiday.
Toreador
Watched Blood and Sand the other night. Well, as much as we could stand. It's a movie starring Tyrone Power from 1941, and it's frightfully long. The story meanders all over the place; it goes from trippy to moralistic to downright weird and cheesy. We made it through about and hour and a half before giving… Continue reading Toreador
Some epaulettes
Manhattan: a cul-de-sac of Illogic
The mist had become rain proper by the time we emerged island-side to East Village sidewalks full of hopefuls.
fabric flags
On a cold, windy weekend I contrived a little garland of fabric flags— droll points affixed at intervals to a length of pale ribbon because the undraped window looked dreary and forlorn. Days later I looked at them, trying to gauge whether they cheered. Outside, the trees wore bright-gold leaves, a yellow burst against the… Continue reading fabric flags
From the sketchbook
Just some randoms from the past week. Bits n bobs.
Inky vignettes, and cheers
Bits from the sketchbook
Anyone else remember the law from ancient Rome, wherein a temporary dictator could be appointed in times of national crisis? Aside, here's a sketch from Halloween Monday. Looks like Freddy Kreuger; maybe that's what she was going for. While I captured her sweater and hat with some panache, I got her profile all wrong. Don't judge… Continue reading Bits from the sketchbook
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