A few days ago: one of those anxiety dreams in which what you want eludes you, but all sorts of things (nice, but not what you’re looking for in the dream; trivial or material things) are coming at you easily, unbidden. It’s difficult to wake up from such a dream feeling at ease. Where does… Continue reading little stories
The days are getting shorter. There’s an angle to the sunlight that casts shadows on the leaves; interpretation of a morse code from Winter: I’m on my way. An inborn tendency to get thinky and introspective. But that part hasn’t settled in yet, so here are some drawings.
More pen, marker, and casein (Cadmium Red Deep) sketches from the book.
Exsanguination No.1 : A ritual bloodletting. A symbolic sacrifice to speed Winter on its intemperate way and make room for the upset of a new season; of change. Nature’s not kind nor gentle— why should art be?
A couple of offerings from the Moleskine that turned out decently from last weekend. Also, a photo of my European-trip-inspired shadow box sporting a Parisian pigeon feather, a lens from a vintage vision-test optics machine, and a bit of dried flora plucked from Flevopark in Amsterdam on the day we cycled to the Distilleerderij ‘t Nieuwe Diep, sadly… Continue reading Sketches from last weekend, &c.
S.P. looking quite relaxed after a cozy dinner in his delightful apartment in Manhattan. The metal dachshund sculpture with one of the vintage Chinoiserie lamps; metal dog invoking S.P's Helen, now departed. B. dee-jaying on the laptop; S.P. chillin' And, from a couple nights ago, some additional drawings that landed in the Moleskine book.
Just a quick post to share some new little drawings. The Moleskine from the trip to Europe got filled up within a day or two after I returned, so I bought a new one a couple of weeks ago. The watercolor drawing up there was from our trip to the cabin in NJ. The drawings below… Continue reading Drawings from the Moleskine
Such a pleasure to step back and people-watch. Divine. Good sketching, there, being invisible— the only way. Momentary moments and dead give-aways; anthropology. (Aside, it appears there's some red ink on my scanner bed— same place each scan. Note to self: time to razor and windex the scanner glass.) More sketchy sketches after the jump.>>… Continue reading Some Moleskine sketches from recent weeks
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