Let’s just call her a random dancer because it looks nothing like my sister.
Kind of a tough angle with her face tilted up and sideways. I recognize the earrings: they were made by Marcia Tucker (deceased) who was head of the New Museum.
A couple of little studies on black paper. More dancers to come.
Always better when color is added.
Another enigmatic family photo. What is Blue Gate? Where is it? Cute how there’s two shots of Jane framed within this doorway or porthole. I’m thinking I should paint the outside black.
The photograph. Undated but she looks around 17 here, maybe older.
leaves rattle like bones
through bottomless clarity–
azure autumn sky
This exquisite leaf was found on Broadway last week.
Drawing from photo of my friend Crystal. The wings are on a wall in Nashville.
I’ve been doing some Rorschach paintings in a watercolor sketchbook. Here’s a little
flip through. Very reworked so they don’t really look like the same image.
I found a trove of photographs possibly my sister’s. Like many families we have many photos and sometimes I find some that please me. My Dad used to relax in the den in a rattan cushioned seat. We still have a table from the set. He was the picture of relaxation in this photo. I found some other good ones too.
The photo. His right hand behind his head is cut off so I fudged that hand a bit.
My Dad was a cool guy. I think he’d like being the subject of my blog entry today. Love you Dad!