Twenty-one will enter, only one will leave. Some fun sketches from Punderdome at Littlefield on Tuesday eve, where a few of us joined Adam on his birthday. This exceedingly well-attended and sold-out event provides entertainment of maximum word-nerdiness amid flurries of index cards and timed deliveries of puns. Though we were far back and without the best… Continue reading Have you heard of the Punderdome?
Some geometric compositions from a quiet wander last Saturday, late afternoon as the light drained from the sky. This building has such gorgeous moulding. The Ninth Street subway overpass is weirdly beautiful, too.
I was thinking— I must always bring my sketchbook, else I wind up in a situation with only receipts from my wallet as drawing surfaces. (You never know where you may wind up when you've no specific plans beyond 6pm.) But, then— an 'unconventional materials' challenge is probably a good thing; keeps a person sharp. (Be prepared to… Continue reading Receipts as a substrate for drawing
The crunch of gravel underfoot; incline. Sun coming in low and glaring off every harbor-facing pane of the buildings on the other side of the park. Cold. Empty playground today, and no leaves remain on the trees. I can see the harbor through the naked branches and the shining points of the city beyond neighboring rooftops out… Continue reading A dense fog enveloped Brooklyn last night
From a congress of reeds along the water’s edge A white crane rose on a silent vector— horizon-wise...
Anyone else remember the law from ancient Rome, wherein a temporary dictator could be appointed in times of national crisis? Aside, here's a sketch from Halloween Monday. Looks like Freddy Kreuger; maybe that's what she was going for. While I captured her sweater and hat with some panache, I got her profile all wrong. Don't judge… Continue reading Bits from the sketchbook
A Monday broke sunny and fine in October. Distractions around post-debate night in what must be one of the most absurd political races in modernity. Not a good day for 'deep focus' or productivity. Abandon practical pursuits. Walk.
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
Recent days have arrived with excellent weather—sunshine. Birds tracing lazy smiles across the sky. Z and I have been taking advantage of it to wander. While at home the windows have been open wide. We laugh ’til our faces hurt, cackling chickens. In between we talk about real things. Life. Industrial streetscapes of Sunset Park He compliments me… Continue reading Interstitials
A few photographs from an early evening Sunday wander in Brooklyn. I clocked seven and a half miles that day, half of them in a mild drizzle. (I'd hoped to beat nighttime to the waterfront, but did't manage it.)
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