Deep into the night under the same moon, the stevedore carved away at a piece of meerschaum, his replacement stone for scrimshaw bone. Salt and sea were in his blood, and old traditions are sluggish to die. This is what he carved. + + + .
Just beyond the bordering fields, some rook-splay deer hopscotched across the rocks and pools of the marshland beneath a waxing gibbous moon. + + + Below is the sketch that precipitated the finished drawing. Sometimes I can't tell whether I prefer the quick sloppy sketches or the clean finished drawings.
In early fall that she finished moving into the house. It’d seen better days, but its bones were strong, and she was determined to bring it back to life. As she was cleaning, she came across a leathery old box in an upstairs room; retrieved it from the shadows of a closet. + +… Continue reading Day Two: she moved house in the early days of autumn
An old box was hidden on the top shelf at the rear of a little-used closet upstairs. There it waited bound in butcher’s twine, its secrets to be uncovered. + + + I can't believe it's been a year already! And yet a very full year; how much has changed. Welcome to Inktober 2018! If you're… Continue reading Day One: a forgotten box tied with twine
Here is a sketch from last night that I initially posted on instagram with the title “It's Our Pleasure to Serve You, off the clock". New Yorkers may recognize this personification of the blue and white Greek-styled coffee cup; the default paper cup used in thousands of corner delis for years. And here are some… Continue reading It’s Our Pleasure to Serve you
Last month I created more images using my watercolor paired with digital vectors technique, this time for some editorial illustrations. They were for an article suggesting things to do while in NYC based upon visitors' astrological signs, which was published earlier this month. These took a departure from my food illustrations, in that these form… Continue reading Watery interpretations of celestial superstitions
It's a fine Sunday, breezy and overcast; not bad qualities for a lazy morning at a window-side desk. A long time ago I used to use crow quill dip pens for drawing and lettering. Though it can be a chore keeping those nibs clean enough to flow nicely, their character cannot be matched by the… Continue reading Sunday morning, looking through old sketchbooks
These candles, clad in two layers of glass, reflect and shimmer beautifully in the dim interior and caught my eye. I didn't spend as much time truly observing them as I may have; rather did a sort of lazy caricature or symbolized portrait of them.My scanner has a really tough time with these new cadmium… Continue reading Candles emitting a cadmium glow
This is a sketch from a couple weekends ago. My friends Sarah & Tara were performing at Freddy's Bar & Backroom, and the band that followed them was Elijah Shiffer And The Robber Crabs. The sax player had a sort of steam punk-looking alto sax— it had a machine-like patina not generally associated with such an… Continue reading This is a drawing about a saxophone
I think the original title of this was A sick thing upon the rocks in the very early morning. It's from when I was a teenager in college. (I think the sketch that precipitated this ink drawing originated during an acid trip; that coming down feeling—) As I see it now, looking through the archive,… Continue reading Winter itself is exhausted; kicks and screams against its scheduled retreat nonetheless
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