It hit me last night— Zac’s last day in Brooklyn is in eight days. It’s cast a sudden melancholy pall on the holiday weekend, a Sunday sadness, and I’ve found myself thinking about how different my life will be when he's gone. We've been practically inseparable for over four years; a significant friendship, and solid. In… Continue reading A soon farewell
Over the past month, Zac and I have had a fair few intense conversations. About All the Things. (His life is in Big Change mode. He is, reluctantly and after hard choices, leaving New York for a spell.) Reaction. Regret. Assumption. Presumption. Family. Work. Life. Future. Past. Friendship. Love. The upshot (and down) is that there's no end to Learning. (If you're lucky.)
Planning a trip is one of my favorite things to do; it's a huge part of the overall enjoyment— anticipation, research, adding stars to Google maps of things that look worth a visit. I've already begun adding little yellow stars to Bruges, which I plan to visit for a day or two between Amsterdam and Paris. Another… Continue reading planning is part of the trip
Yesterday I was tidying up. As I lifted a pad of bristol, a half-sheet fell out, and this image was on it. Charcoal smears, with a faint but delineated pencil border (crop lines, obviously). I don't recall what its original intent was— perhaps a layer to be added to some digitally-finished illustration. It struck me at the moment, though, as… Continue reading Reflexions
Autumn, like Spring, is adventure time. Wander time. I’ve been filling up on these. You decide an initial direction or destination, from there you follow your feet, or state of mind. You flow. Chasing miles. Chasing the magic hour. Moonrise. It's nice to chase it all in my own city; the deepening blue, jeweled with lights of infrastructure and the… Continue reading A philosophical pedestrianism
Exiting a shop hours after first dark, to a bluster and a faint mist. People clutching scarves to their faces; hunched into the wind for the first time of the season. A single letter in a lighted sign gutters, soon to die. It's following the leaves. Always I look for the poetry in winter, at the… Continue reading november thirteenth
A temperate autumn in New York. A fine season of walking for hours, walking and solving. Despite some t-shirt days, summer is long ago and a blanket of full dark arrives by half five or sooner. So: walking is more inward, seeing nothing unnecessary to navigation. I need to clear my cache. I’ve been unravelling some tangled… Continue reading deliberate transit
A few days ago: one of those anxiety dreams in which what you want eludes you, but all sorts of things (nice, but not what you’re looking for in the dream; trivial or material things) are coming at you easily, unbidden. It’s difficult to wake up from such a dream feeling at ease. Where does… Continue reading little stories
The days are getting shorter. There’s an angle to the sunlight that casts shadows on the leaves; interpretation of a morse code from Winter: I’m on my way. An inborn tendency to get thinky and introspective. But that part hasn’t settled in yet, so here are some drawings.
Here's a poster and wall banner I designed for South Brooklyn Shakespeare's first event in their salon reading series, to take place on November 1. ( La Dia de los Muertos, poor Yorick!) October has blustered in with a bitch slap, weather-wise, here in NYC. Prelude to Hurricane Joaquin. Not very nice, but that's autumn… Continue reading October snuck in
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 