How quickly the year moves forward! Already a quarter of 2017 has blurred by out the passenger window.
Observationals near the end of March
Tag: Moleskine
People, in color, unaware of being observed
Have you heard of the Punderdome?
Twenty-one will enter, only one will leave. Some fun sketches from Punderdome at Littlefield on Tuesday eve, where a few of us joined Adam on his birthday. This exceedingly well-attended and sold-out event provides entertainment of maximum word-nerdiness amid flurries of index cards and timed deliveries of puns. Though we were far back and without the best… Continue reading Have you heard of the Punderdome?
You never know what people are thinking
Sketches of a lost compass
Well, I haven't done any watercolors or writing for the blog this week, apologies. I've been working on several projects for clients, as well as populating a new piece of furniture which arrived over the weekend (a separate post about that forthcoming). Here are a few pencil sketches for a project I'm working on now.… Continue reading Sketches of a lost compass
Manhattan: a cul-de-sac of Illogic
The mist had become rain proper by the time we emerged island-side to East Village sidewalks full of hopefuls.
fabric flags
On a cold, windy weekend I contrived a little garland of fabric flags— droll points affixed at intervals to a length of pale ribbon because the undraped window looked dreary and forlorn. Days later I looked at them, trying to gauge whether they cheered. Outside, the trees wore bright-gold leaves, a yellow burst against the… Continue reading fabric flags
From the sketchbook
Just some randoms from the past week. Bits n bobs.
Inky vignettes, and cheers
Bits from the sketchbook
Anyone else remember the law from ancient Rome, wherein a temporary dictator could be appointed in times of national crisis? Aside, here's a sketch from Halloween Monday. Looks like Freddy Kreuger; maybe that's what she was going for. While I captured her sweater and hat with some panache, I got her profile all wrong. Don't judge… Continue reading Bits from the sketchbook
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