Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving

Thanks to the people who built this park by the river. They built it long before the modern scourges of pollution, overdevelopment, loss of natural habitat and the technological distractions that obliterate intimate moments in our personal existence. I hope you get outside today and see that Heaven is right here. Now!
Or look out the window or look into the eyes of those whom you love. It's the same.

Okay, that's it. Happy Thanksgiving day.

11-18-16

11-18-16

11-22-16

11-19-16

11-13-16

Friday, November 18, 2016

Processing

Everything I do in my sketchbook (even drawing the ducks) is an attempt to make sense of the world or is an attempt to reconcile some aspects of the world that disturb me.

On November 9th, the world awoke to the news that America would have a new president who, to put it mildly, departs from the norm. There were many reactions to this news. People will be making adjustments for a long time. Some will wait anxiously. Some will feel liberated to violence. I for one, will continue to draw Nature and search for any context that bolsters hope for constructive solutions to difficult problems and most of all, tolerance and peace.
But right now, I just see tangles.

11-9-16
colored pencil
11-9-16
chalk, paint stick
11-10-16
crayon, charcoal, ink

11-10-16
charcoal, paint stick
11-17-16
charcoal

Monday, October 24, 2016

Autumn

It's Autumn and the twigs and branches are slowly being revealed as the Summer's leaves drop to the ground. But not too fast. At any moment there will be the perfect equilibrium of substance and space. The world: a plain weave of reality and unreality.

10-20-16-island
ink, charcoal, chalk

10-21-16-crows
ink, charcoal

10-18-16-trees
ink, charcoal

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Singing in the Rain

ducks in the rain
10-09-16
charcoal, ink, rain
It's Autumn: a beautiful time of year. The Summer's drought is slowly fading. But I dread the coming of Winter just a bit. I've enjoyed the Summer and Fall and being able to observe and draw so many animals at the river: ducks, geese, sandpipers and herons. Winter is cold and the animals are less active. I have to reinvest myself in drawing the trees and contours of the river banks and forest. And in cold fingers and feet!

Since I draw almost every day, I'm also out in the rain sometimes. I don't mind because the rain adds an element of unpredictability to the drawings. Wolff carbon pencils get black and juicy when wet. India ink never dries. There have been a few times when my drawing has been mostly washed off the paper. I try to snap a photo before they get spoiled. But alas, often the final drawing is sometimes a wan reminder of time spent foolishly drawing in the rain. But I'm one of those people who finds some value in foolish pursuits. 

three or four ducks
10-09-16
charcoal, ink, rain
one duck
10-09-16
charcoal, rain
Eliot Bridge
10-09-16
charcoal, rain
the South Natick Dam
12-21-16
charcoal, ink, rain
The top of the dam
01-16-13
charcoal, rain
Wetlands
04-20-16
charcoal, rain
The Charles River
11-28-15
charcoal, rain
Ripples
12-22-15
tusche, oil stick, charcoal, rain
The Island
03-21-15
ink, wash, pencil, rain
Reflections
03-28-15
ink, rain
The dam
04-20-15
ink, latex, rain

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Every month is Inktober!

Many artists on social media do ink drawings in October and post them. It's called "Inktober." I would too, I suppose, but I'm simply not that organized. Anyway, I love rich black India ink and I use it almost every day anyway.
Happy Inktober!
mallard ripples
ink charcoal
10-04-16
Ripples
crayon, ink, charcoal
09-30-16
ducks
pencil, ink
09-26-16
feeding mallard
pencil, ink
09-08-16
The island
02-07-16
ink

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