A spool of thread, attended by a stray button, awaited the mending at hand. . See all of my #Inktober drawings @edaggarart
A spool of thread attended a stray button
Tag: art
The afternoon warmed unexpectedly— unseasonably
Day sixteen: The afternoon warmed unexpectedly— unseasonably. He'd removed his accustomed scarf on account of the change; left it coiled like a tie or a snake on the picnic table in the dooryard. There, it warmed in the sun. . See all of my #Inktober drawings @edaggarart or elizabethdaggar.com
From the Whitney to Coney: art
My brother and I, expecting rain Friday, planned a trip to the Whitney followed by a wander up the High Line. Naturally once we got to the city, the weather had become hot and sunny. It was a good plan anyway, as neither of us had been to the new Whitney, and we saw the… Continue reading From the Whitney to Coney: art
A treasure from Berlin!
Yesterday I received a wonderful surprise in the mail— this gorgeous piece of artwork by Luiza Mogosanu! This piece is in a celluloid frame from 1930s Germany, she told me in her note on the little card (a print of the same piece). I have already put it on the wall, next to another vintage oval… Continue reading A treasure from Berlin!
Silenced is not Equal: #BlackLivesMatter
Here is the latest in my "Don't See Don't Speak" (or the Red Hand of Shut It) series— something more topical in response to the tragic and avoidable events of last week. Please feel free to share this widely and repost (as is). Below are some progress scans of the pencilling. One again, I forgot to… Continue reading Silenced is not Equal: #BlackLivesMatter
Observations and imaginaries
Replaced a gel-ink pen I lost last weekend; nice for smearing, getting some greyscale tones. These seem to really want some color, but I'd forgot to bring my half pans with me last evening. I may yet revisit and paint them, though.
New sketchbook
A couple of drawings from the new Moleskine. My last book took three months to fill, which is rather long. I'd like to put in more consistent drawing hours this time. Aaaaaand, I'm putting this photo here to show you how a print of the first in my Red Hand series looks in a frame (super!), and to serve… Continue reading New sketchbook
Farewell, Red
Here is a portrait I did this week in memory of my horse, Red, whom we lost on Monday. He was 35 this year, and feisty as ever— now running and grazing in the Elysian Fields. I've been planning to write about him this week, but the portrait was a softer catharsis. Instead, I've unearthed what I wrote three summers ago, late one August night at the Farm:
Red Hand No.4 (pencil and watercolor)
Here is the fourth in a series I've been calling, alternately, 'Don't see, don't speak' or (informally, and more frequently) 'The Red Hand of Shut It'. Symbolically speaking, it's about being lied to and/or being silenced— not having a voice. Or, I guess, any nature of marginalization or suppression, whether personal or on a larger scale. It needs expanding.… Continue reading Red Hand No.4 (pencil and watercolor)
@edaggarart on Instagram
I've opened a second instagram that will be only for drawings. More precisely, people drawings and portraits.Go there now and FOLLOW me @edaggarart. More of the 'Red Hand of Shut It' portraits to come soon.
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