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Recent Posts
- 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
- plant, chair, and WordPress for iPhone
- Cafe faces, cranky I
- Back at the cafe
- Into Blinding Light
- Denver, from the Auraria Campus Parking Lots
- New Header Image. Something a bit simpler.
- 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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Tag Archives: drawing
With Enough Masks and Tails, I Am All Animals
All animals indeed. Hmmph. Alright Mr. Shape-changer, how about those dishes? OK, but I’ll be back, and not for the first time. What is this thing? The minimum standard: is the paper improved by being marked? I think so, yes, … Continue reading
InkPainter for iPhone: The Appeal of “Simulated” Ink & Brush Drawing
Having sniped in a recent post about the way that Photoshop opens graphic possibilities, but impairs decisive intention and clarity of mind, I thought I’d now play devil’s advocate to myself, looking at how even low-tech “digital painting” has substantial … Continue reading
Digital Tools for the Timid, Ink for the Brave
When an ink-filled brush touches paper, it might or might not lead to something thrilling, but there’s no turning back. One pauses, settles the mind, limbers the fingers, and then the process begins. It can go wrong, and a lot … Continue reading
Dip the brush in ink, and begin.
Oonagh’s been getting into watercolors, and her sure, if wild, touch with the brush is an inspiration. Outrageous splashes, streaks, and smears are immediately named: kitty, choo-choo, tracks, bear. She, at two, is doing what I aspire to, though I’m … Continue reading
The Living Carry the Dead
Continuing to pull one image after another from the archive, looking back at threads and continuities, and at how much has changed. None of us have come through this all alone, and as we celebrate the present and the future, … Continue reading
The Bird Steps Up
There comes a point when the bird just has to step up to the front and begin. There’s a certain awkward charm and anxious magnetism to starting out, but it doesn’t last all that long. The question is, what to … Continue reading
Varieties of Analog, Physical & Digital Distortion
I’ve never been one to be precious about a “clean” image, and smears and surprises lead to all kinds of interesting places as one makes work of various kinds. However: When I set out several years ago in the Thinking … Continue reading
Jack: Re:Beanstalk
Here’s the step and the step gone as the foot fumbles at the stringer, finds a notch for the toes, which claw for purchase and a little friction. Rising always borders on falling, as steam inevitably condenses.
