Where there are quiet streets and loud colors

The calm monochrome that follows the feast days

These days following the winter feasts bring a quiet with them, not necessarily unwelcome. Often grey and a little lonely, or too-quiet for some, yet there is a gentleness to them that eases the emotional tumult forced by the calendar shift into a new year. When I was younger, I longed for the new year… Continue reading The calm monochrome that follows the feast days

A witch-boy wanders woods at the full moon

Meet the witch-boy. He surfaced toward the end of my Inktober series for this year. I did a couple more sketches of him after the first, intrigued. A few weeks ago I began studying intaglio again, and decided I'd like to do an etching of this guy, but that initial sketch needed some work, it… Continue reading A witch-boy wanders woods at the full moon

All around All Hallow’s Eve— catch up drawings

Here’s what I haven't posted the past few days— and I'm still three days behind! But the missing drawings will be forthcoming. I’m a man of my word, dammit. Above, Day twenty-seven: : The witch boy on a night walking beneath the pointy crescent moon. Day twenty-six: My FACE! Here’s a variation, as I already… Continue reading All around All Hallow’s Eve— catch up drawings

And just like that: Autumn

It arrived with that kind of grey rain that settles in for a few days, so you just have to settle with it. I was out all day Sunday and into the night; eight miles of walking in the rain, and when I got home the apartment was clammy like when it rains at a… Continue reading And just like that: Autumn

Promise after this one we go home

Revisiting the April trip, zooming back to Berlin, in black and white. We begin here in RAW-Gelande, the graffiti-clad playground to artists and DJs, just over the river in East Berlin.. Feeling a little Brutal(ism) on this corner, but in person it was a rather lovely building. blue sky reflecting in all the glass. As… Continue reading Promise after this one we go home

Of a moody lodge beset by light and weather

Two weekends ago, I spent some days in a fantastic waterside lodge for a wedding in south Georgia. Above, a view of the little lake. Mossed-draped trees trace menacing silhouettes across the water. This was late at night, and the frogs were singing— an orchestra louder than the nighttime city. The lake, seen Saturday afternoon,… Continue reading Of a moody lodge beset by light and weather

There was no ignoring such a noisome spectacle

The severed heads had been put on pikes for all and sundry to see; made examples of. The unseasonably warm autumn weather made grotesques of each— death masques submitting to rot and gravity; to the punishments meted by the state. Passersby turned their heads, and covered their faces with kerchiefs, but there was no ignoring… Continue reading There was no ignoring such a noisome spectacle

A crow lighted in the yard for a moment

Day seventeen : A crow lit in the yard for a moment, tentatively. It tested the wind, then flew off to an unknown destination; a hooded gleam in its eye. . See all of my #Inktober drawings @edaggarart

Rain soft patterings on wet leaves

Out the front window near my desk, the swifting plash of car tires; drips dripping off the curled iron of the fire escape. Out the back window, where the trees climb higher than the roof, rain soft patterings on wet leaves; there is no wind today. The leaves have not even begun to consider a… Continue reading Rain soft patterings on wet leaves