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.
Early in the morning, flowers dance in the alleys and know the sun is coming. It is toward their end this year. […]