In mid January I took a trip to Valdosta, Georgia to visit Z. After a couple of days there, we drove to Savannah for a weekend. We stayed in a delightful tiny cottage not far from Forsyth Park, on a little street of other tiny cottages. During our two days there we walked all over… Continue reading Savannah in black and white
Barcelona cathedral in black and white from our first morning wandering around. An old document spied in a window in the Gothic Quarter— "procession for a good death" Silhouetted walkers in El Born, near the Gothic Quarter Shadows of trees on a stonework building The Museu Nacional d'Art de Catalunya in early evening This large… Continue reading Shifting shadows and dusk in Barcelona
These days following the winter feasts bring a quiet with them, not necessarily unwelcome. Often grey and a little lonely, or too-quiet for some, yet there is a gentleness to them that eases the emotional tumult forced by the calendar shift into a new year. When I was younger, I longed for the new year… Continue reading The calm monochrome that follows the feast days
Here’s what I haven't posted the past few days— and I'm still three days behind! But the missing drawings will be forthcoming. I’m a man of my word, dammit. Above, Day twenty-seven: : The witch boy on a night walking beneath the pointy crescent moon. Day twenty-six: My FACE! Here’s a variation, as I already… Continue reading All around All Hallow’s Eve— catch up drawings
Day seventeen : A crow lit in the yard for a moment, tentatively. It tested the wind, then flew off to an unknown destination; a hooded gleam in its eye. . See all of my #Inktober drawings @edaggarart
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 