Over the weekend I undertook a project that I'd originally intended to do when I moved into my apartment, but I was on a deadline with a big project for a museum, and there was no time. Since then, well, I just haven't thought about it except once in awhile. Then last weekend I got… Continue reading Quarantine project: before and after
A house on Jones Street in Savannah The past few days I've finally begun sinking hours of time into acts of creation (outside of my design work—I'm still working full time hours via telecommuting, for which I'm incredibly grateful).Despite my plentiful physical art supplies that have accrued over years —like my watercolors which have been… Continue reading Reclaiming some sense of control
I had imagined so much extra time to do things like write and draw, now I'm working from home and staying in my house 97% of the time. It hasn't really been the case. I'm still working, and more hours than before. The 8-10 hours in front of the computer leave me tired— it's a… Continue reading Art in the Time of Coronavirus
Above is one of the canvas tote bags I screen printed back in December. It's a posed picture; clearly I had to print them upside-down to keep the handles out of the way. I just wanted to put it in the context of the studio where I printed them. They came out well, though! Only… Continue reading Two colors on canvas
Meet the witch-boy. He surfaced toward the end of my Inktober series for this year. I did a couple more sketches of him after the first, intrigued. A few weeks ago I began studying intaglio again, and decided I'd like to do an etching of this guy, but that initial sketch needed some work, it… Continue reading A witch-boy wanders woods at the full moon
Tuesday I went to my first class in over 7 years— returning to the art of copperplate etching (intaglio). I've a small plate ready to work on before my next class on Tuesday. This is the wee sketch I did for it today. It needs finessing, and then I'll transfer it in reverse to my… Continue reading Paper-dry leaves crunch beneath our feet, and the wind is picking up
I lost my momentum toward the end of the month. I remained a day or two behind schedule, and when catching up was posting to social media, but not here each day, So this post is a bit of catch up. So there totaled three drawings of the witch-boy, leading up to Halloween. The final… Continue reading The last few drawings from Inktober
Here’s what I haven't posted the past few days— and I'm still three days behind! But the missing drawings will be forthcoming. I’m a man of my word, dammit. Above, Day twenty-seven: : The witch boy on a night walking beneath the pointy crescent moon. Day twenty-six: My FACE! Here’s a variation, as I already… Continue reading All around All Hallow’s Eve— catch up drawings
Day twenty-four: When at last she’d completed ministrations to her old-new house in such ways that compelled her, she returned to the leathery old box— a delicious reward. Retrieved from its out-of-the-way place of safe-keeping (much to Cat's chagrin), she opened it. It contained the following: + One journal; worn but not ruined + One… Continue reading Day twenty-four: The mystery had only just begun
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