Here's a sketch from Friday evening. I'd only just started when its subjects vacated the backyard, so I had to improvise. I re-cast them indoors, among the lamps, after the fact. Had an afternoon meeting followed by a stroll through lower Manhattan on Friday. I walked from Madison Square Park to City Hall, with some decent photographic moments while across… Continue reading An afternoon in the Big Town followed by miles of walking
I painted these after I got home, as I'd not brought the watercolors with me. I rather like these more ambitious studies, incorporating the whole scene. It requires me to pay more attention. As I work directly in ink (no erasing), it requires me to slow down and really observe. Be aware. It's a funny thing,… Continue reading Lamps and locals down at the local
What was intended to be an excursion into Bushwick yesterday afternoon left us stranded in Williamsburg as the L train chose to go no farther than Lorimer. So we began with a beer at Union Pool, into which I've not stepped foot in many years, and whose backyard has greatly improved. We followed that with a visit to… Continue reading Scenes from the Bushwick Country Club
I'd thought this drawing may have wanted some watercolor while I was working on it, but I'm fond of it as a spiky monochrome. Maybe instead I'll go back in with graphite and make it a misty, foggy view.
Here's a little sketch I did, sort of thinking out a vibe or mood for an illustration. It's soft, whimsical; feelings that are a little out of reach for me at the moment, despite that Spring is trying to emerge, bit by bit. The gloom of winter is still upon me. I'm feeling stuck, creatively.… Continue reading This morning broke sunny and slid into grey
How quickly the year moves forward! Already a quarter of 2017 has blurred by out the passenger window.
Twenty-one will enter, only one will leave. Some fun sketches from Punderdome at Littlefield on Tuesday eve, where a few of us joined Adam on his birthday. This exceedingly well-attended and sold-out event provides entertainment of maximum word-nerdiness amid flurries of index cards and timed deliveries of puns. Though we were far back and without the best… Continue reading Have you heard of the Punderdome?
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