I have at last finished work on a small book of my Inktober drawings, as seen here during the month of October. I will be publishing it via Lulu.com, and it will contain all 31 drawings. I'm awaiting a printed proof to make certain that all looks well. I realize it's cutting things rather fine… Continue reading A little book of black and white drawings
On a Friday night in Red Hook, a delightful reunion of friends over a swell dinner and lots of singing. (I don't sing at karaoke, but I sure love listening and drawing.)
Days twenty-four through twenty-six! An array of ornate forks that’d belonged to his grandparents were among the day to day utensils she ate with. . . . (These count as three drawings, for days Oct 24th - 26th. If you've a problem with that, I can't care.)
Day twenty-one );ate): A cluster of wooden buoys hung on the porch, now strewn with crunchy leaves. It hadn't been swept since the summer. #Inktober. See more at @edaggarart
This is a fun little sketch I started while watching Project Runway. It is one of few ‘reality tv’ shows I enjoy, mainly because the contestants (however manipulated, scripted, or edited out of context for drama) do actually design and create the clothing on the show. I love watching the process, and seeing the results.… Continue reading Dishing on design!
Some time back, I began a series of drawings with a project in mind: a coloring book, all about studies of hair. Well, after I'd got three of them inked, I had a few printed on card stock, for test runs. I've been looking forward to doing an hombre on the woman's hair, and I… Continue reading Hair Lines: test runs in watercolor
I was trying to connect with the horses at turns. But my Night shade was finding them, not the real me— a defensive version, that spooked and scared the horses— So they told me I must find them as myself.
Left: A sneaky sketch of TL playing guitar and singing at Freddy's. Right: Some people at a table Left: A sneaky sketch of Ray, showing his inner (and outer?) demeanor. Right: Girl in a hoodie
The mist had become rain proper by the time we emerged island-side to East Village sidewalks full of hopefuls.
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 