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)
The third in a new series. Above is the finished version; this one is on 9" x 12" bristol paper. (The two previous were done in my moleskin, 5" x 8".) PROCESS: (These were shot on my iPhone, so not nearly as crisp or clean as the final, which was scanned.)
A stern Victorian, or maybe Edwardian— the title an ode to Lucy Honeychurch of A Room with a View, from my collection of cabinet card portraits. I see now, though, she's less compelling than the first of this series, for not looking into the camera. She's making no direct appeal to us, but someone out of frame, which… Continue reading Easy live and quiet die
I have some illustrations to do for a book ,and this won't be one of them, but I did this one anyway for fun. (One of the actual ones will be similar though.)
Tuesday was a BAMF TCB day. (That's acronymic for Badass Motherfucker Taking Care of Business day.) Today will be more of the same (because #deadlines, as the kids say). After a solid five hours of focused client work in the morning, I spontaneously went full berserker on the decrepit grout and caulking in my shower. I've been wanting to… Continue reading Sneak-attack home improvement
I spent about six hours priming and painting picnic tables outdoors on Wednesday, which was a fine day for it. The tables were all dismantled and lying on tarps. It was more laborious than you'd think, and I felt it in my muscles for a few days after. A day of physical labor is a good greeting for Springtime.… Continue reading pen and pencil
The half pans have been getting more action than my computer lately. New sketchbook is only a few days old, but filling up pretty quickly— good, good. Maybe I oughtta' be pairing them with writing.
This woman started as a mouth only. This guy began, loosely, as some character in what I was (sort of) watching, but turned out looking like that kid from Waking Life.
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
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