Another illustration in a developing series of street scenes. 2 weeks ago, it was just Frankfort Avenue. Today, both Clifton Avenue and an intersection with Frankfort.
Of course, the location is of no interest to anyone but me. However, it could be your neighborhood, city or village.
Sitting in front of me, I heard the whisper, the call. Draw us.
… came the form, came the thrill, came the life.
This is a train trestle within and without. It is a bit of realism attached to my creative hand, where embellishment of design gives me a snort. By itself, the trestle is an engineering marvel that is a photographer’s love-lust. It’s angular and sexy for an old body.
I hope I just gave it a new breath of life and dedicate this painting to my friend Kathy. She loves detail and hope I satisfy.
Early in the morning, flowers dance in the alleys and know the sun is coming. It is toward their end this year. They know it, I know it and my dog knows its.
As usual, we are walking with somewhat different priorities. However, Ozzy (Australian Cattle Dog) knows that I like to sketch as much as he well… whatever he does and thinks. One thing is certain, the scents are attractive to both of us.
This is my second painting in my birthday book of handmade paper. It certainly slows me down, but it yields great fortunes and merry discovery. Each shadow I see reveals its own dimension. Do you see the pages and how they reveal themselves at the bottom?
Yesterday, I helped my best friend Kathy shop for dinner. She is probably the best chef I have ever experienced and, she makes it harmonious and fun.
While she was cooking and her husband puttering, I went after the asparagus with creative intentions. Later and at home, I added my own ingredients. Damn, fruit is fun and vegetables make for mean, sculpted line work.
Last, I have not touched anything but Dr. Ph. Martin watercolors. Once a troubled step-child in my arsenal, they are now my primary medium of choice.
While illustrating my friend Kathy’s banana trees, all I could think of was Harry Belafonte singing Day-O. If you know this song, you are old enough to appreciate a very cool melody and very hip and young Belafonte.
He was and is the epitome of coolness in my book. As for the bananas, who would live in a city that is hot enough to grow them? Obviously, climate change is a loving and nurturing hot flash.
My wife works in an upscale department store, which requires expensive clothing and shoes. As a former art gallery manager, this is all new and very uncomfortable. It feels as if she is working to support their dress code.
On her bedroom door, I spotted an outfit for this week. Maybe I can sell this illustration for what the buttons cost for the jacket or the Dr. Ph. Martin Watercolors.
Under the table at Molly Malones attracted me today. Nice shoes, prints, shadows and wood. What else could be better in an Irish bar?
I don’t think the Guinness had much influence.
Inspired by Harrie Nijland’s (https://harrienijland.wordpress.com/2015/04/26/shooting-posters-prt6/), Shooting Posters series, I decided to “shoot” one myself, rather sketch.
Outside of my local bagel shop is a telephone pole with hundreds of staples, nails, tape and ripped pieces of posters. Perfect to draw, perfect to get a nasty infection. These modern totems are everywhere in my city, especially in my neighborhood. I love ’em.