Well, I've not posted even the merest speck of art in awhile now, so here is the wee drypoint test I performed during my etching & intaglio class on Tuesday. Let me tell you, drypoint on copper plate is a far cry from same on plexiglass (which I was doing during the fall, for example).… Continue reading tree
As I am wont to do now and again, I've just gone back two years or more by reading the entries of this blog. And just came across an entry that kinda' killed me. I'll repeat only these two sentences: What a distress it all feels sometimes, this life. While I dare not wish for… Continue reading Time Travel
Things will resume soon.
A reiteration of a bit from an entry made some years ago: My dreams are bound together with waxed sail thread, glue stick and cello tape. The faint image above is a test I worked with silverpoint last night. I'd have done more but my makeshift silverpoint stylus was very poor indeed, involving a length… Continue reading silverpoint
The drawing on paper for a soft ground etching; it's Ben in New Orleans. I'm having trouble escaping my dreams. It's as if all the unremembered or missed visitations are making up for lost time these days, arriving one upon the other, ceaselessly. It's a haunting, an undertow from which I feel I can barely… Continue reading An undertow and soft ground
The past two weeks have been strange and difficult in some ways. On the one hand, I've found it easier than I expected to be a non-smoker, and my wounds from last week are nearly healed. On the other hand, I've found it difficult to concentrate, or maybe to care, to be interested in, all… Continue reading Shifts.
A Sunday injury– running, not paying enough attention- trip extravagantly, resulting in a run-in with the pavement, literally. Luckily no harm to teeth. It actually doesn't look that bad in this bloody photo, but today it's awful; oozing and swollen (more so than initially); painful. Feeling an idiot as well. Not a good weekend.
The moon was waxing– gibbous! on its way to being full. But the waning begins immediately thereafter. There is no pause.
exposed piano harp, for example So, after all the copper plate and ferric chloride fun (see previous post), I left the studio to go meet up with Ben in TriBeCa. I was meeting him at Terroir, so walked south on Greenwhich, during which stroll I came upon an abandoned upright piano on the sidewalk. It… Continue reading Friday night, post studio
Yes. After toiling with a different (much more interesting!) drawing last evening, this i what came of my work: an angry bunny.
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