Saturday, April 14, 2018

Red-wings return

Early April means the return of the Red-winged Blackbirds. Summer is not far away.

Red-winged Blackbird
04-09-18
ink
Red-winged Blackbird
04-12-18
crayon
Red-winged Blackbird
06-15-16
ink, crayon
Red-winged Blackbird
04-24-15
crayon, watercolor

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Imaginary & Real

The top two drawings here were done in my studio. They are completely made up and imaginary. I think they look "real." The next three are done from life in the woods near my home.
The final images are from a book I illustrated a few years ago written by Caroline Starr Rose titled "Over in the Wetlands."  More on this subject later. But in brief: What influence does proximity have on the truth of the image? In so many ways, they are ALL imaginary. And our goal in Life seems to be to bridge the gap somehow in ALL our endeavors. Salut!

04-03-18a
04-04-18a
03-10-18-trees

04-06-18-tree
"Over in the Wetlands: A Hurricane on the Bayou Story"
by Caroline Starr Rose, 2014, Schwartz & Wade
rainy forest (detail)
"Over in the Wetlands" by Caroline Starr Rose
rainy forest (detail)
"Over in the Wetlands" by Caroline Starr Rose

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Vernal Gradual

Despite this: deep snow in the Hunnewell forest

03-17-18
And this: high water and ice in the Charles River…
03-09-18

03-18-18
We have this: a flock of frisky Mergansers!
03-23-18
And Skunk Cabbage flowers bullying their way up despite the winter weather.
Hooray Spring!
03-17-18

Friday, March 2, 2018

A Light Touch

Exploring that slippery gradient between being done and being overdone.

Approaching Swan
charcoal
02-28-18
The Island
charcoal, ink
01-18-18
Balustrade
ink
02-19-18
The Island
ink, paint stick (offset print)
02-22-18
Geese
paint stick
02-22-18
The Dam
paint stick
02-22-18

Friday, February 9, 2018

I am Not Thinking about Spring

Winter: I'm trying not to wish the time away! Hang in there Rob! It's still cold, icy, snowy (rainy!) and unpredictable. Spring is not "around the corner." Or is it?
Dawn arrives earlier each day and the birds seem to think they should chorus, greet and comment upon any additional crumbs of sunlight.

The amaryllis on my table seems to have gotten a mysterious summons and it races upward, a green exclamation mark. The trucks have left Yawkey Way, okay, why not entertain thoughts of Spring? Because! Because… making art is a way of stopping time. Art is a way of memorializing precious moments of experience, synapse to synapse which will soon flicker out like a streetlamp at dawn.

I need the darkness and stasis of Winter. I need the fiction that the world decelerates, stalls and hovers, peaceful and static before starting to pivot. Is Time punctuated? Is Time human? The grains of sand are mute on this subject. I see the day and the night but I live for the grayness when I can pretend to be still.

Oak Tree
02-02-2018
charcoal, ink
Pine Trees
02-04-2018
charcoal, ink
The Island
02-03-2018
charcoal, ink
Ice covered river
02-07-2018
ink
Hooded Merganser
02-09-2018
charcoal, ink

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