This is not the surge or even something new. I am having trouble with that. There has to be something […]
Ah, what else to do on a Sunday afternoon. Sketch, reflect on the last week, my surgeon and my neck. […]
I have a backyard full of hostas. They are in full sun and shade, marked by the variegated and non-variegated […]
When I used to carve stone, the little cracks and grooves suggested where to go. One line organized the next […]
Sunday night selfie. Gritty selfie. Thrown on the street and driven through the muck. Such a bad boy, Barry.
Hash smash. Criss-cross, bang bang! I’m all about some rhythm.
Sometimes a line sing with rhythm and form. Never hidden, but invisible to the naked eye. I have special glasses.
My friend Kathy and I ate at http://www.ciaolouisville.com on Saturday. Fortunately, the architecture was damn interesting.
… is one of my favorite songs from the 80s. XTC really had something, and loved the odd juxtapositions of […]
With oak-leaf patterns and browns mixed from Fall, my fence recedes until next year. It will soak the rain and shield […]
This is what the inner workings of an instructional manual looks like to me. Every one of them. One might as well […]
Imagine little time to sketch, but long on desire. That’s what I had to work with. Love it! I sketched […]
These are my tools, at least a few. I require them to create, breathe and eat. Forks and knives of the […]
Pencil wash sans ink. Yup, no fine lines, only pencil and a bit of Prismacolor, plus Dr. Ph. Martin watercolors. […]
Pale man drinks his coffee and wanders… through his day. He stuffs the bad while planning retaliation; cold desserts with […]
… came the form, came the thrill, came the life.