Yes. After toiling with a different (much more interesting!) drawing last evening, this i what came of my work: an angry bunny.
run-in with an angry bunny
Tag: thinking out loud
not very jolly, except the colors
A lake of red watercolor for some reason always leads me to red hair.
the heat of summer…
and I hear fireworks in the distance. Summer.
Elizabeth’s Dagger
No, that's not a misspelling. It's the name of a band (comprised of "three young men who hope to change the world"). Funny thing is, they are from Honeoye Falls, which lies but a few scant miles from where I grew up in upstate New York.
Tempuratures at an all-time high
Another drawing-in-progress of an old photo– Update: click to see finished drawing. Well, it's no longer winter, but this drawing remains (as yet) unfinished. In other news, more of the same: strange, unsettling dreams to accompany the busy time that is Spring. No complaints! I would add some of the dreams here, but there is… Continue reading Tempuratures at an all-time high
winter
At times anxiety sets in. At times, everything feels uncertain. Winter is not a great time for such feelings, but is often the setting in which they arise. The early darkness, the lull of the post-holidays; any number of things can be contributing factors. Time to stay busy and active.
Twas last year at around this time
That i began *anew* this blog (on WordPress). How quickly a year passes! I've just had a glance through things in blog form, having begun this dubious experiment in '05, and it has been helpful in the recollecting but I'll add that it's also made the space of nearly five years feel rather compressed. One… Continue reading Twas last year at around this time
Sleep talking
According to Ben, a few days ago I was saying very strange things in my sleep. Much of it was gibberish, of course, but he managed to hear (and write down) a few lines in the midst. To wit: Nothing on this billboard, bitch. Don't go. I'll do it myself. Hahahaha!!!
2010
Happy New Year!!
dream of the boat-dwellers
There were four of us in a pickup truck; two were visitors. We were across a gulf of water from where we needed to be, but were heading back to the other side soon. We decided to stop along the water’s edge to see the view before crossing– the sun was hitting the mountains and… Continue reading dream of the boat-dwellers
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 