“I don’t see what you mean,” said Henrietta, distracted— in fact in a quite new kind of pain. She saw only too well that this inquisition had no bearing on [her] at all, that Leopold was not even interested in hurting, and was only tweaking her petals off or her wings off with the intention… Continue reading The terror strange children feel
This relates to my post yesterday, regarding a drawing of birch trees. This is the finished inking of a closed in, tangled forest scene I drew last week— album art for a client. This was drawn with pale graphite, then outlined and hatched ten thousand ways to Sunday with a Micron .01mm pen, and finally some washes (a… Continue reading Working with ink: three renditions of a narrow place
I'd practically forgot about the travel set of watercolors, so brought them with me last night to do some observationals and imaginaries. She began a story— There were two houses... I don't know the rest of it, as I got lost in the rendering of two little houses, the situation of whose windows is pure whimsy. The houses list ever… Continue reading Watercolor on buckling pages
Apologies! This was meant to post yesterday— the danger of three day weekends; one forgets what day it is. Anyway, I love this drawing! It's an illustration that I did (in ink) as a full page for a magazine layout project back in the day. It's my friends Kelley, Thomas, and Sean (but they were in the… Continue reading Ink works: art archive
More observations of people out and about in the amorphous days before the new year begins. Incidentally, the watercolor-looking sketches such as these have all been executed using a Pilot G2 gel ink pen, which smears wonderfully (leaving me with an inky fingertip).
Watched Blood and Sand the other night. Well, as much as we could stand. It's a movie starring Tyrone Power from 1941, and it's frightfully long. The story meanders all over the place; it goes from trippy to moralistic to downright weird and cheesy. We made it through about and hour and a half before giving… Continue reading Toreador
Just some randoms from the past week. Bits n bobs.
It was a day of dramatic skies and Wind Tegen— that's the Dutch term for when the wind is in your face no matter which way your are cycling! (Wind Mee is when the wind is at your back, sailing you along.)
An old drawing, recently rediscovered. And here we are, still banished to the land of wind and ghosts. I feel I’ve fairly jinxed something by quoting that passage from Hemingway a ways back; while we’ve not had too much in the way of rain, we’ve yet to meet that “night of warm wind” that brings… Continue reading The wind, HOWLING
An ordinary day in winter, in December. Corridors of pine trees on the sidewalks of the city, chopped in service to the feast day turned holy day at solstice time; people scurrying to and fro, carrying bags and bundled up; the early dark punctuated by shoplights, headlights, and now the many and varied lights of… Continue reading An ordinary day in winter
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