Some watercolor sketches
Tag: sketchbook
bleeding marker = two snowscapes
Schiele Portraits and a wander day in the city
Sunday was the first day in the 40s NYC has seen in months, and it was well appreciated. Went to the Neue Galerie with a couple of friends to have a look at the Egon Schiele portraits exhibit, and seeing his work in person is never disappointing. His linework is so sure and fine, and his… Continue reading Schiele Portraits and a wander day in the city
A sun-bright frozen Sunday
Today broke delightfully sunny but heartrendingly windy, and that’s a confounding combination. How I miss civilized weather. Awoke suddenly this morning to a distinct memory of listening to The Queen is Dead in my room at the farm on the record player my folks gave me when I turned 16. It was an all-in-one type,… Continue reading A sun-bright frozen Sunday
Exsanguination No.2
Pencil and casein paint in a Molskine sketchbook.
A Rite of Spring
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?
Sketches from last weekend, &c.
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.
Some sketches from ‘Papa Day’
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.
Some do-dads from the archive
Well, I have several things waiting on my list of things to blog about, but they are things that will require some time, research and / or thoughtful writing, and it's Friday evening and I don't want to continue sitting in front of a machine, as I've already been in front of one all day.… Continue reading Some do-dads from the archive
The wind, HOWLING
An old drawing, recently rediscovered. And here we are, still banished to the land of wind and ghosts. I feel I’ve fairly jinxed something by quoting that passage from Hemingway a ways back; while we’ve not had too much in the way of rain, we’ve yet to meet that “night of warm wind” that brings… Continue reading The wind, HOWLING
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 