A house on Jones Street in Savannah The past few days I've finally begun sinking hours of time into acts of creation (outside of my design work—I'm still working full time hours via telecommuting, for which I'm incredibly grateful).Despite my plentiful physical art supplies that have accrued over years —like my watercolors which have been… Continue reading Reclaiming some sense of control
The state flower of New York is the rose, which also happens to be our national flower. It signifies love and beauty, as well as war and politics. I'm researching and sketching them for a project in which they may play a large role— a wallpaper design to be precise. The tricky thing about roses,… Continue reading The language of flowers in statecraft
I've been given a snow day from work on account of this storm (referred to by meteorologists as a Bombogenesis, Bomb Cylone, and Winter Storm Greyson). It has settled in Brooklyn in the form of a persistent and blanketing snowfall out the window all morning, and not a soul around. It inspired me to make… Continue reading It is quiet, and all the city’s a snow globe this bright morning
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
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
Days twenty-seven and twenty-eight, a diptych: She had a Victorian sensibility and liked to collect little things she found on her walks. , #Inktober2017
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-three: A paper box of safety matches could always be found by the stove. #Inktober2017
Day twenty-two: A model pirate ship in a bottle languished on a shelf in the corner, a vestige of his youth. #Inktober2017
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
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