Wednesday, November 28, 2018
New England is full of churches and church spires. I pass a few on my way to the river to draw every morning. Below are two drawings of the Eliot Church steeple. The birds like them too.
|Starlings on the steeple|
Steeples and weathervanes get into my other work. Also: flags, crosses and bannerettes. They just seem to be the only way to complete a spire. This gets redundant but I can't seem to stop myself.
Friday, November 9, 2018
Starlings are one of my favorite birds. I like their blue-collar pedigree and their creative, sociable aggressiveness. They just move into the neighborhood and get noisy and nosy and then they're off: equal opportunity starlingness. Watch out!
I know ONE person, a darling starling all fussy and fidgets, beneath those spangles a starless night sky of sapphire bleu.
water soluble graphite
Monday, November 5, 2018
November 3rd started gray and rainy. But in the afternoon the wind picked up and the sun came out. I was mesmerized by the reflections of the colorful trees as they were mauled by playful windy cat's paws.
Production note: most of the drawings shown here are smallish (in a sketchbook, 8 1/2 x 11"). The bottom drawing shown here is larger and was done in about 15 minutes.
|The Charles River flows over the South Natick Dam|
pastel, charcoal, ink
Friday, October 26, 2018
I've taken the words of the great, multi disciplined designer Alexander Girard to heart: "Repetition is not duplication." The Greeks suggested that you never put your foot in the same river twice because our selves are in a constant process of growth, upheaval and self-reflection. We never arrive. We are constantly journeying in this life. Cheers! Bon voyage!
The place where I often draw is not that large. There are only so many places to stand comfortably and view what there is to see. And I draw those things. One place I return to is a spot just above the top of the dam where the glassy smooth Charles River gathers speed and falls and pushes on downstream to Boston and the ocean. I like the reflection of the trees in the smooth water. I like the abrupt line formed at the lip of the dam. I like the patterns and chaos of the splashing water. Wind, rain and snow further complicate the surface of the water. It's never the same twice (or five hundred times).
So, for you nerds who follow my work, here is a relatively deep dive into one small motif that I find intriguing. For an artist, once you give yourself permission to deepen your relationship with your subject, a completely new reason for being an artist wondrously opens to you. Again, "bon voyage!"