01.04.11 The Box On the slip of paper pulled from the box tells is written Write a phrase or sentence– then illustrate it. Birds fall from the heavens– again–
the Box 2
Category: sketchbook
the Box 1
11.03.11 The Box On the slip of paper pulled from the box tells is written (in very specific, fine black ink lines): Draw something with this pen. I tipped it on its side (fits better and really doesn't need to be seen any larger); thought about doing some sort of self-critique of these, but for… Continue reading the Box 1
not very jolly, except the colors
A lake of red watercolor for some reason always leads me to red hair.
buildings in ink
A little peek at something in progress. Not sure where it's going.
drawings of two, both of whom began with hats
This morning I wrote down a dream for the first time in many months. It had taken place in or around a dream New Orleans, and involved a visit from family; the finding of a magical (not literally) antiques shop; stopping in at an editing facility where several friends from the old days worked; and… Continue reading drawings of two, both of whom began with hats
some watercolor sketches
Here are some sketchbook drawings from August I'd forgotten about. Sort of in thinking about the card deck, but obviously went off on some tangents here. Click to see the larger images. I cannot believe it's October already. Cold today. In other news: I will be selling jewelry and art at Brooklyn Craft Central’s 3rd… Continue reading some watercolor sketches
Home from abroad
Tired. (still on GMT.) Very smooth traveling, though-- actually a pleasant plane trip and only seven hours to get back. Here's another drawing, for now, from the trip book. It's of part of the vast and winding interior of The Sheep Heid Inn in Duddingston, Edinburgh (we did not play skittles, alas) on the far… Continue reading Home from abroad
some sketches
Used the photobooth on my macbook to get these rather grainy images from my sketchbook. It's not much, but until I get a proper USB for the camera, it's all I've got! the buildings out back of where we're staying interior of a restaurant in Noord called Pollux; it's in a big old wooden boat.
a weekend on the upper tine
That is, the North Fork (of Long Island). Miscellaneous sketches from a weekend away, locally. Ben; the posse at delicious dinner table (it was a weekend of good foodie chefs in the house); and finally a random sketch began on Saturday evening, but finally finished this evening (at TWB in Exile's first meeting). None of… Continue reading a weekend on the upper tine
Some drawings
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 