It's almost impossible to fathom the number of people— of individuals, families— that fill the buildings of New York City. Five boroughs filled with I don't know how many buildings; and many if not most of those buildings contain anywhere from six to twenty-six apartments or more. Every window may represent a person. It boggles… Continue reading Looking upon rooftops from a bird’s eye view
Once again I missed my Thursday post. I was at work late. We were shooting a little set up of cut paper buildings for a campaign, and they reminded me of this illustration I did for a holiday card a few years ago, which has sort of the look of cut paper. Below is a… Continue reading A cozy brownstone at the end of the block
I have at last finished work on a small book of my Inktober drawings, as seen here during the month of October. I will be publishing it via Lulu.com, and it will contain all 31 drawings. I'm awaiting a printed proof to make certain that all looks well. I realize it's cutting things rather fine… Continue reading A little book of black and white drawings
Sorry I missed yesterday's post deadline. Here is one from the archives for December first. Car in Snow.
I must quiet my mind. Sometimes it can be done with reading on the train. And sometimes it needs to be done by formulating, or finding, some clear thing out of the jumble of tangled strings and wires— the ones that formed knots in one’s head during the tumult of the day. Today was like… Continue reading After a day where a sudden drop in tempurature causes green leaves to fall like the piano needles from Charlie Brown’s xmas tree
First: you may disagree, but I don't demean a beautiful wood grain by referring to it as white noise. Sometimes the most powerful tonic is a meditative white noise. It's one of the things I love about the hustle-bustle of this town. Everything retreats as you wander; as you dive inward for a moment— take… Continue reading Here’s ink— doing a physical take on white noise
Day thirty-one: Seasonal gourds and a straw broom rested on the porch. The wind was picking up, and the barometer was dancing. .  .  . I hope you've enjoyed this Inktober as much as I have! Stay tuned— I'll be putting together a little book of these drawings (and possibly a few more)… Continue reading Seasonal gourds and a straw broom on the porch
A murmuration of starlings could be spotted in the distance, swirling and changing formation above the far edge of the tilled field. Days twenty-nine and thirty of #Inktober. Click through to see the individual drawings in more detail. . Â . Â . While I'm writing, I want to say thanks to everyone who's found… Continue reading A murmuration of starlings spotted on the horizon
Days twenty-seven and twenty-eight, a diptych: She had a Victorian sensibility and liked to collect little things she found on her walks. , #Inktober2017
Days twenty-four through twenty-six! An array of ornate forks that’d belonged to his grandparents were among the day to day utensils she ate with. . . . (These count as three drawings, for days Oct 24th - 26th. If you've a problem with that, I can't care.)
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