Views on the city with shifts in angles and in scale
Tag: drawing
Focal lengths and depth of field on pencil drawings
Here are a couple stills from a scene into which I'm working that oak tree drawing and the landscape I've been working on. I'm still getting the hang of working with cameras, and messing about with focal lengths and such, to get the depth of field. It's slow going, but enjoyable.
The red oak that dwarfs the big barn
Another drawing in service to the animated short I'm working on. This is one I did last weekend, and I'm hoping to get the barn and silo illustrated from at least one point of view this weekend. Also: fences. I'm looking into learning more about the puppet tool in After Effects, too, so that I’ll… Continue reading The red oak that dwarfs the big barn
A pile of airy bones in an attic room beneath the pitched roof
I want so much to write. I’d like to be still for a day or two; to draw. To draw at a rate more like I was in October— daily. Or nearly so. To have space for things to percolate and bubble to the surface from below. Instead, I’ve been kept moving, pulled in multiple… Continue reading A pile of airy bones in an attic room beneath the pitched roof
The car broke down on a lonely stretch of road
Sorry I missed yesterday's post deadline. Here is one from the archives for December first. Car in Snow.
The day following the feast was sunny and mild
The day following the feast was sunny and mild, inviting of a long wander. Following lunch in a sunny local, we embarked on a meandering walk that included many stops along the way in a handful of neighborhoods. Eventually we found ourselves again at the harbor, staring out at moon-glittered water in the early dark.… Continue reading The day following the feast was sunny and mild
The carving knife has been sharpened on the whetstone
And the steaming bird, fresh from the oven, rested on the sideboard, waiting to be carved for the feast of giving thanks.
Here’s ink— doing a physical take on white noise
First: you may disagree, but I don't demean a beautiful wood grain by referring to it as white noise. Sometimes the most powerful tonic is a meditative white noise. It's one of the things I love about the hustle-bustle of this town. Everything retreats as you wander; as you dive inward for a moment— take… Continue reading Here’s ink— doing a physical take on white noise
Seasonal gourds and a straw broom on the porch
Day thirty-one: Seasonal gourds and a straw broom rested on the porch. The wind was picking up, and the barometer was dancing. . . . I hope you've enjoyed this Inktober as much as I have! Stay tuned— I'll be putting together a little book of these drawings (and possibly a few more)… Continue reading Seasonal gourds and a straw broom on the porch
A murmuration of starlings spotted on the horizon
A murmuration of starlings could be spotted in the distance, swirling and changing formation above the far edge of the tilled field. Days twenty-nine and thirty of #Inktober. Click through to see the individual drawings in more detail. . . . While I'm writing, I want to say thanks to everyone who's found… Continue reading A murmuration of starlings spotted on the horizon
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 