Saturday evening there was a fundraising event on the historic museum barge in Red Hook; the reading of every last canto of Walt Whitman's Song of Myself, as read by a number of local luminaries. It began before and ended just after sunset over Brooklyn's Buttermilk Channel and Erie Basin, the once-Dutch, fierce little neighborhood called Red Hook. I've… Continue reading Song of Myself, on a barge in Red Hook
Some sketches from last weekend. For some reason last week I kept using the number 4 instead of 5 on the dates of things, despite it being May. Below is a pencil drawing I did in a backyard (the words are from an earlier day, unrelated to the sketch). I’d like to bring a pencil more… Continue reading Indoors, outdoors, and the wrong number
Here's a sketch from Friday evening. I'd only just started when its subjects vacated the backyard, so I had to improvise. I re-cast them indoors, among the lamps, after the fact. Had an afternoon meeting followed by a stroll through lower Manhattan on Friday. I walked from Madison Square Park to City Hall, with some decent photographic moments while across… Continue reading An afternoon in the Big Town followed by miles of walking
I painted these after I got home, as I'd not brought the watercolors with me. I rather like these more ambitious studies, incorporating the whole scene. It requires me to pay more attention. As I work directly in ink (no erasing), it requires me to slow down and really observe. Be aware. It's a funny thing,… Continue reading Lamps and locals down at the local
“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
What was intended to be an excursion into Bushwick yesterday afternoon left us stranded in Williamsburg as the L train chose to go no farther than Lorimer. So we began with a beer at Union Pool, into which I've not stepped foot in many years, and whose backyard has greatly improved. We followed that with a visit to… Continue reading Scenes from the Bushwick Country Club
I'd thought this drawing may have wanted some watercolor while I was working on it, but I'm fond of it as a spiky monochrome. Maybe instead I'll go back in with graphite and make it a misty, foggy view.
Here's a little sketch I did, sort of thinking out a vibe or mood for an illustration. It's soft, whimsical; feelings that are a little out of reach for me at the moment, despite that Spring is trying to emerge, bit by bit. The gloom of winter is still upon me. I'm feeling stuck, creatively.… Continue reading This morning broke sunny and slid into grey
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 