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Category: sketchbook
The subconscious: it’s bigger on the inside
My dreams this morning were a wildly colorful and vivid jumble of characters and scenarios, from which I could hardly escape or retreat. And I don’t think I wanted to. I've been drawing much more than writing these days, and I've not transcribed a dream upon waking in quite awhile. Even today, this was as… Continue reading The subconscious: it’s bigger on the inside
People in the backyard on Sunday
As I mentioned in yesterday's post, I went to the Ice House in Red Hook after stopping in at Bait & Tackle. There are always lots of people to observe and sketch on a fine day in the backyard there. Although I think this structural meditation on the wall is my favorite of these three.… Continue reading People in the backyard on Sunday
A day out on the bike to sketch
Took my bike out yesterday afternoon for some riding around on the waterfront in Brooklyn— first to Brooklyn Bridge Park to view the new little marina at Pier six. Below is a pic of the piece pre-inking, and a snapshot of the view from where I sat (after the sailboat in the drawing had gone).… Continue reading A day out on the bike to sketch
A tiny dog on a blanket
SLOW: children drinking
Nah, the sign says children playing, but it's in the backyard of a bar, so kind of the same thing. I was doing two sides of the yard at once to be inconspicuous, and wound up with a giant guy floating behind the people with popcorn. Rather an odd image.
The colors of winter, and mermaids
A couple little do-dads. Above, from the sketchbook, a quick rendering of Bran Stark in Game of Thrones, season six. Below is the third of my HAIR Lines studies, which I painted in honor of tomorrow's Mermaid Parade in Coney Island. The flapper comes alive in seaweed greens.
Scenes from the people’s beach at Jacob Riis Park
How swimming in the ocean leaves a pretzel taste on the lips
The feeling when You’ve got back from the beach— shook out the sand donned fresh togs. Open the window, or maybe the air conditioner. Nothing left. All’s as it was before the beach Save that pretzel taste on your lips and a fine tiredness— that welcome, long lost fatigue peculiar to beach days.
Some sketches: warm, bright, like summer
Friday evening I rode my bike to Red Hook to surprise a friend at work and have dinner at Hope & Anchor (delicious). A street fair was underway. It was a good excursion. I needed to get outside, having not felt very well all day, and stuck indoors during lovely weather. I rode back by… Continue reading Some sketches: warm, bright, like summer
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