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- Back to America
- On my own for a couple of hours. Cloudy afternoon.
- No time for ideas.
- Light Plays On Everything
- The Rock Feels Watched
- Querulous
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- Cafe faces, cranky I
- Back at the cafe
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- Denver, from the Auraria Campus Parking Lots
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- The Pelican, the Alembic, and the Concealing Wall
- The Helmet is a Veil
- Live Iron Sculpture Casting at Auraria Campus March 10th (my poster)
- For all the art talk and theory, an artist, regardless of their specific beliefs and cosmology, knows that when it goes well, the moment of making is a moment of grace, some kind of gift, a treasure and a privilege. This experience is as old as art is, although a lot of contemporary art talk belittles it. We, as artists, the kind that I mean, are not just content providers for... a luxury market, a network of institutions, a sophisticated discourse, and a social scene. We are, at our best, much more than that. What, then? I don't know, still. I just have a thread that I need to follow.
Time Casts Shadows
Edges soften or harden depending on the light source. Months merge to quick glimpses in the shadow of memory.Flashes are given sequence, and from the mind's turbulent puddle, we conjure up a stream.
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Category Archives: drawing
On my own for a couple of hours. Cloudy afternoon.
brushes & paints out on the grass, overlooking Arvada.
No time for ideas.
Karen asked about this recent shift into the sketchbooks, wishing that lately there were at least “some” of the more exploratory, cryptic, tangled work that’s familiar to anyone who’s followed my work for a while. Basically, that kind of sustained … Continue reading
Light Plays On Everything
A week later, another afternoon out drawing, starting with the quiet cafe (Common Grounds). Homare Ikeda’s show opened last night at Wm. Havu Gallery, and it is all I’d hoped from the early versions I saw a while back at … Continue reading
The Rock Feels Watched
A quick scribble of a rock in the yard got out of hand. The dentist drilled and patched my tooth today, so, half-numb jaw, even still, 6 hours later. Oonagh chased boys at the playground, and we ate outside on … Continue reading
Querulous
A lot of drawings today, but for now, just this scribble of a querulous guy.
plant, chair, and WordPress for iPhone
A plant, a chair… This is what I’ve got around me. This is straight from my phone into WordPress. What’s great about that is the fact that I don’t need to take a picture, then upload it to my computer, … Continue reading
Cafe faces, cranky I
A few people at Common Grounds, as I graded animations for 2D Design class, taking a moment to look around now and then. Some stunning ink & wash drawings in class today, during a critique of an unreasonably demanding project. … Continue reading
Back at the cafe
Drawing, I conclude, is the way through: a way to nudge myself to alert, thoughtful sensitivity when broad exhaustion lately tends to render me tired and numb. I associate filling sketchbook after sketchbook with … smart, happy times, and creative … Continue reading
