I left my sketchbook home, so– index card drawings

A poinsettia and holiday drinkers

More observations of people out and about in the amorphous days before the new year begins. Incidentally, the watercolor-looking sketches such as these have all been executed using a Pilot G2 gel ink pen, which smears wonderfully (leaving me with an inky fingertip).

Stylizations of the observed: Rochester edition

Some observational do-dads in the sketchbook from my excursion upstate over the Christmas holiday.

Toreador

Watched Blood and Sand the other night. Well, as much as we could stand. It's a movie starring Tyrone Power from 1941, and it's frightfully long. The story meanders all over the place; it goes from trippy to moralistic to downright weird and cheesy. We made it through about and hour and a half before giving… Continue reading Toreador

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.

From the sketchbook

Just some randoms from the past week. Bits n bobs.

Inky vignettes, and cheers

Souls, moods

Friday I woke early— in an hour often filled with shrieks and cacophony in the playground across the street. This morning there was only a fine stillness, accompanied by the sound of a steady, soft rain falling wetly on the leaves and pavement.

Color shift, mood shift

The wind in the trees at night in October sounds like all the silent wishes of dreams, rushing to be first in line.