A nicely rounded decrescendo of humans absorbed in devices, drinks and perhaps conversation. Clearly not all the people, but a handful to represent the lot. Their gradual rotation puts me in mind just a little of Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase— motion implied in a still (though miles more primitive in this case). Another even sketchier sketch after… Continue reading sketchy do-dads from the moleskine
Brooklyn laundry ladder via flickr hive mind There’s a slender ladder in the yard behind my house. I’ve seen it a thousand times; it starts at the ground and goes exactly nowhere. Patiently ignores the barking of the dog in spring. I know it was planted to thread clotheslines to the windows, but the pulleys… Continue reading unplanned obsolescence
Sneaky peek update. Colors are happening; atmosphere. It's fun. I love it when work is enjoyable, satisfying; when I feel like I'm doing good work. Edited to Add: sneaky peek at (a slice of) the final. Complete with cheerful bistro lights and voyeur-tempting glows from apartment windows. Full artwork to be released in May on electrofork.
Here is a sneaky peek at an illustration I'm working on for a client. It's depicting a street in Gowanus, although modified. There is likely a bit more drawing to do, but I like the skeletal look of it in outlines. The final product will be colorized and have some shading, transparencies— a nighttime scene,… Continue reading illustration in progress
For any Brooklynites out there who feel an occasional pang of disdain toward that slender, sometimes tiresome island across the river, this one's for you; it's a gicleé print on 8" x 10"— ready to go into a frame immediately. I've also reprised my darling, dear, disaffected Mythologicals series from 2005 into 8" x 10" prints, and… Continue reading “Work Island” and the Mythologicals have been added to Etsy
The continued accumulation of snow and cold gives an indication why Imbolc is one of the Celtic fire festivals. Ostensibly marking the annual alteration of the Goddess from the crone back into the maiden, this year she seems to’ve returned in the form of the Snow Queen instead. Had a lovely walk through Prospect Park… Continue reading Imbolc’s capricious concoction of fanciful confections
Curious, that what begat my happiest epoch to date was the bloody, shredding removal of a Cupid’s dart. Or, no— it was the eventual and, sad, timely falling of Damocles’ sword. At any rate, it was something dramatic and mythic, as such things are wont to be; must be, because we’re human, and we love*.… Continue reading Being stardust is dancing with gratitude— that’s what discoballs are about, and this is a love note to everything in dour Winter
An ordinary day in winter, in December. Corridors of pine trees on the sidewalks of the city, chopped in service to the feast day turned holy day at solstice time; people scurrying to and fro, carrying bags and bundled up; the early dark punctuated by shoplights, headlights, and now the many and varied lights of… Continue reading An ordinary day in winter
You know it’s December when WordPress is snowing 🙂 Yesterday I walked just over 4 miles (6.5 km) while running errands— a much shorter walk than Sunday (above), but enjoyable. I downloaded the app Runkeeper to my phone, so from now on I can track mileage, etc. Brilliant little app, simple to use. Judging from… Continue reading Brooklyn is always great for wandering
Can’t sleep. Tonight I got hit by a car. While afoot. A most disconcerting and unpleasant experience. Thrown up, then aground, sharpish. Black sedan, a car paid to be driven for some overpaid douchebag, who is presumably TOO IMPORTANT to drive his own ass around the city. (That’s a post-incident judgment. Take it with a… Continue reading CRASH: Tossed like a rag doll on the rainy streets of Midtown. A love story
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