As a designer who works in video, I’ve been meaning to get a handle on Snapchat for awhile. Turned out all I needed was a four hour bus ride wherein I was basically trapped and a little bored— and voila! A monster was born.
The other night around 11:15 I texted TL— Wanna ride bikes to the swings at third street? I could do- sketching a song at the moment Maybe at midnight? We could walk too, either way Bikes def. Adult swing on midnight's wing And so we did. Such a joy, and a perfect evening for these endeavors. A couple… Continue reading Cycling and swinging: ways to fly
I have a lot of pages in the notes app on my iPhone. Here are just a few things I found today while looking for a specific bit of info. Enjoy. "We live in time, and through it, we build our huts in its ruin, or used to, and we cannot afford all these abandonings." — The Angle of Repose, Wallace Stegner
Recently, almost every time a Wordpress update happened, there resulted some issue with the Layerslider plug-in, rendering one or more pages of my art folio site dysfunctional. Not very nice! And I'm sick of the endless parade of updates. For now my solution has been to create cascading grid-style portfolios, not reliant on third party bullshit. At length, I'll… Continue reading Elizabeth Daggar: Art & Other Follies
It’s been six months. You’re still gone. Apart has become normal even to us. Absence is absence, but we get on. We’re fine, we're Good. We speak rarely, but feel every day. Maybe that’s why the silence. Words are too articulate— they make things real. I’ve been drawing, writing, living. You too. Past is past. I’m… Continue reading The away team wears grey ’cause they’re Away
Here's a little thing I wrote this morning, a silly-sweet ode to my friends. To friendship, I suppose. (maybe fiendship, haha.) Comrades in arms We’re a cartoon parade a platoon volatile and jolly. A second line, a peanut gallery sporting rotten things— vim and vitriol, endless collaborations of mockery and gentle mean-spiritedness. A swirling whirl, bright splinters and barbs; elaborate scenarios that populate and… Continue reading We who have each other’s backs
Like some day in early January, it’s one of those days I want to delete half of what I own. Easily half of of it wouldn’t be missed; things in closets, stored away in boxes. The boxes themselves. Things collected against a possible future use. But so much of it is pointless. A strategic purging is… Continue reading Change, spare and otherwise
I had vivid, authoritative dreams that told me to answer questions simply, without explanation. Stern yet well-intended: cut the rambling exposition. Some things don’t need it; some explain themselves. Still others—wait, there I go. (You see what I mean?)I woke to the wrong day’s weather, and didn’t have the sense or maybe the energy to rearrange… Continue reading simplicity & inverses
This sort of thing has become more and more expected or anticipated over the decades I’ve been alive. When I was a child, seasons followed the patterns that the picture books laid out. Less and less every decade though, and the intervals grow shorter. Change is the engine on which the universe runs, a well-oiled… Continue reading A brief return of Winter in the form of snow on the Vernal Equinox
Had a large wander last Sunday while it was sunny and 60º in Brooklyn. Around and about Williamsburg (where these photos were procured) including a stop in East River Park; Kent Ave, under the bridge and through Fort Greene, finally wending our way back to South Slope. Ten miles of walking on the first day that felt like… Continue reading More old photographs
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 