I dreamed the neighborhood kids put all sorts of fairy structures around my house. They were dug into the ground in my dream. I really like the kids in my neighborhood and could actually imagine them doing this!
I’ve been absent from this blog because my husband had a stroke on Saturday, August 20th, 2016. Luckily I got him to the hospital quickly where they administered TpA, a clot busting medicine. He was paralyzed on the right side and mute. Scary as shit, people. But within ten minutes he started to recover.
I am thankful that he is gradually coming back to himself and also thankful that they have this medicine which didn’t exist years ago.
I was kind of drunk when I did this sketch.
My obsession with this bridge intensifies when I’m visiting Brooklyn and standing in its shadow. I don’t know why I love this bridge so much. It is just so bold and you can see it so clearly from my daughter’s neighborhood. I took a few more photos of it and did another work drawing. In pencil it didn’t have the boldness; I brought in a bottle of ink and a couple of brushes.
Here is the original pencil drawing before I messed with it and also the photo. I just love this bridge! I promise I will move on to another subject soon!
Work drawing so just pencil and a little color for the East River.
I showed this to my husband. He didn’t know who it was but I think he was just being nice. I think it really does sort of look like me. I need a haircut very badly.
My husband paused “Sixty Minutes” last night and I did a sketch of the guest. Can you tell who it is?
I tried to draw the bridge again today. I didn’t use a ruler as I did yesterday and I was trying to get the almost lacy effect of the ironwork. I also didn’t go over it with a black pentel. It’s just a couple of different pencils, soft and hard, a grey pencil and some blue for the sky. I confined the drawing within a small space on the paper. I’d still like to go bigger but going within the space seemed to help the drawing.
Of the three bridges spanning the East River (the other two are the Brooklyn and the Manhattan Bridges) I like the Williamsburg the best. I took a couple of shots while standing right beneath it on Sunday.
I really needed bigger paper to capture the majesty of this bridge. Drawing done at work in a 7.5″x 10″ Moleskine sketchbook. I’ve drawn the Brooklyn Bridge before on this blog. I don’t know how to do the link to it though. Here is the photo:
I love these old photos of players wearing suits. Their faces look so miserable but you know when they start to play they are happy. I did this as a companion piece to Kerfe’s lovely tribute to Ralph Stanley. Later I’m going to get my husband to film me singing either “A Man of Constant Sorrow” or “Down to the River to Pray”. RIP Ralph Stanley. He always said his voice was a gift from the Lord above.
The photo I used–off the computer screen.