The longest day of the year has come and gone, but the heat is just getting started.

July already! 2012 is halfway gone. Last week was the first of the summer trips, and a beach week. Sunday at Fort Tilden followed by 4 days in Fire Island with a gaggle of friends. And quite a few ticky deer, poor things. They are bold, though, as evidenced by the above photograph. Since returning the… Continue reading The longest day of the year has come and gone, but the heat is just getting started.

imperatives and optionals

Having arrived at the realization (again) that I am simply never going to finish ALL THE THINGS, I realize it’s impossible—time cannot be stopped. There is only a chipping away at imperatives, like a block of marble out of which no soaring, winged delight will emerge— only a fleeting and illusory sense of accomplishment. (A… Continue reading imperatives and optionals

New Season coming to New Amsterdam Market

(art by me) Look for information soon here.

A diminutive row of city buildings

A drawing for today. This was one for a work project, "Nature Block Party"– see it in action at the (temporary) web site for this new offshoot of NYC Wildflower Week, and the new initiative, National Urban Biodiversity Week. Click on the image to see it larger.

A farewell to winter

I skipped February altogether here. I'll attempt to make up for that this month. Above is a small painted tripdych I did last month; oil on cedar shingles. We had so little snow this year, such a mild winter. That took none of the enjoyment out of a 6-day trip to Mexico– to the Yucatan… Continue reading A farewell to winter

Justified hyphenation

Last weekend I visited the Grolier Club to view the exhibition "Printing for Kingdom, Empire & Republic". Although it was not part of the exhibition, above is part of a gorgeous cover design for a quarterly magazine which was framed in the basement (click to see full image). Although it is generally frowned upon these… Continue reading Justified hyphenation

tracing the arabesques

Amid the waning of the old year I had moments anxious for it to be over– or I think eager is a better word. But then on January second, in the wake of Jon and J. driving back upstate, there was the inevitable feeling of sadness or loss that the carefree time-between-the-years was over. The… Continue reading tracing the arabesques