Here are a couple watercolor sketches that I began on the weekend while in Fire Island, and finished last night. And an excerpt from a text I sent to a friend, regarding a particular mission while I was out on the island: Twice this day I've filled my pockets with soft sea-rounded stones for our… Continue reading Unicorns in the pool, and a search for sea-softened stones
One of the reasons I enjoy poetry is because it comprises all of my favorite ways of making. It’s creating images with words, yes; a kind of storytelling. But it’s about so much more than just the correct or precise words —more than denotation or connotation— it’s also about design. It’s about how the words interact… Continue reading The shapes created by the spaces between things
When I was young, probably in college, I’d occasionally hear a person talking about this or that luminary, describing them as a “Rhodes Scholar.” My lack of awareness at the time meant that I’d only ever heard the phrase, not seen it spelled out. I had no idea. In my adventurous young mind, I heard… Continue reading Philosophical pirates, intellectual outlaws
The totality of the eclipse will not be visible in New York City, but a bit more than half of the sun will be obscured, so we've built some of these of pinhole viewing devices of shoeboxes and will head to Prospect Park to experience the earthly [urban] effects of this cosmic phenomenon. I'm curious… Continue reading Today is the day of a complete solar eclipse!
Here's a scene from the deck of our little house in Cherry Grove. I had it in mind that I'd start with some color then go in and add structure with pen, but I quite liked how serene and unfettered this looked so decided to leave it as mere suggestions of the pool and flower… Continue reading Suggestions of a fine summer day
Last night, sitting on a blanket on the ersatz turf of the sporting field behind the Old Stone House in Park Slope, I enjoyed the production of Macbeth by South Brooklyn Shakespeare, now in their fifth season. Set in a post-Vietnam timeframe, fatigues comprised much of the wardrobe, and the weird sisters in proto-punk variations… Continue reading I see thee yet, in form as palpable as this which now I draw
Here’s one I did the other day, but just finished it now, especially for the Thursday post. It's my bicycle, a Globe Daily 1, and I love it. Its (his?) name is Boric, named by Z, back when he decided my witch name is Lizzie Boric. The basket on the back is one that's intended… Continue reading My adorable bicycle is person No.74
Here's a sketch I did on the weekend; the view from a corner table. There was no place to sit at the bar, and the whole length of it was occupied by men. hence the snarky little title in the upper left. This is perhaps a 15-20 minute sketch done directly in ink. Last evening… Continue reading Saturday Sausage Party: a sketch in three phases
Saturday: it’s windy and feels like l’automne; fans dormant and kitchen window lowered almost shut, so things on the table there don’t wind up on the floor. one. I was traveling in some parallel Europe; Scandinavia, and without much in the way of maps or even plans. Improvising. I followed a couple out of a… Continue reading Two drawings and two dreams, all unrelated
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