A couple was sitting on their couch watching the Simpsons. It was such a cute little vignette; I drew it the next day from memory.
Write: pictures talk.
I like emoji and have since they made their way from Japan. So cute, so 😇 innocent, so fun.
There are twenty five animals not counting fish🐠and amphibians🐊. There are bugs too. All kinds of other ones like foods and faces. But this post is just animals.
Have an emoji day 😀😘🐶🎼👍🏻.
Netflix is doing a great documentary series called “Abstract”. Last night we watched the one about Christophe Neimann, an illustrator who currently lives in Berlin. I was beyond inspired. Mr. Neimann’s work can be seen on numerous New Yorker covers and can be followed on Instagram @abstractsundays.
I took my husband to this cute little noodle place for lunch yesterday. He was under the weather and I thought a bowl of ramen would help. We had pork dumplings, chicken wings and two bowls of ramen.
They had a very charming mural–drawn in white on a black background–I loved it. Took some pictures so I could share. I thought it was so cute that the dog was a Shibu Inu.
Lines that quote
the face, the hair, the
reign of years
first captured by sculpted earth.
Copy as copy copied.
I went to the Met to see Max Beckmann (excellent) and ended up drawing masks, as usual. The one above is French, from the 1800’s, sculpted on a vessel of some sort.
I drew this Mexican “twisted face mask” (dated 600-900) twice, because it looked very different from each side. It reminded me of Jack Davis’ artistic attempts to define his relationship to his autistic brother Mike. It must have been based on a member of the community, providing a link to the long-standing effort of humans to consider and include those who fall outside the spectrum of “normal”.
This grinning monkey from the Ivory Coast also caught my eye.
The poem uses the Secret Keeper’s prompt words this week.
I’ll be here a bit irregularly for awhile as I have some projects I need to finish…
Not that I have anything by them but I really love this line recently. A guy I met pulled out his Gucci wallet and I asked to take a picture of it.
Gucci: gotta love it.
In 1916, W. B. Yeats wrote a dance play, “At the Hawk’s Well”, inspired by Japanese Noh theatre (to which he had been introduced by Ezra Pound) and Irish folklore.
The Japan Society recently had an exhibit of UK artist Simon Starling’s commemoration of the 100th anniversary of Yeats’ work, along with some of the art that inspired both him and Yeats.
I watched the beautiful video of the hawk dancing several times
and then I drew masks until my hand cramped up and my legs hurt from standing.
When I looked at the drawings, it struck me how humans have always struggled to understand and live their lives well. We are united in both sorrow and dignity, all cultures, throughout history, all over the earth.
I took a walk in the woods yesterday during a nice part of the day. I saw many uprooted trees and decided to draw one today at work.