Monday, November 12, 2018

Silence



Silence

The same story,
or so it seems.
Don’t want to know,
what has changed.
The good listener.
It is assumed.
Maybe it is time
to hear the
silence.


The background tune was just right for this silent sort of pose.
Sketched yesterday in a session with “FE”.
12”x 14” ink and watercolor


Sunday, November 11, 2018

When All Is Clear



When All Is Clear

When it all comes together,
the thoughts and the dreams.
When life
for a moment
starts to make sense.

Then it’s gone like
on the edge of getting drunk
on a cold glass of water
and realizing
you aren’t.


My best sketch of “EM” so far, from a session with her yesterday.
12”x 14” ink and watercolor

Fountain Pen: Platinum Carbon fine point

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Puddles and Oceans



Puddles and Oceans

Couldn’t decide which.
Where to place her.
Thinking puddles.
Thinking oceans.
Somewhere other than
where she was.  


Sketched “MR” in this sort of unusual pose in a session a few weeks ago. A little too much time was available. To much time attempting to ignore the stage she was on.
9”x 12” ink and watercolor

Fountain Pen: Platinum Carbon fine point

Friday, November 9, 2018

Memory of a Memory



Memory of a Memory

Recovering from a memory of a memory
from a performance long ago.
She had danced
only a few minutes before.
Maybe a little joy
managed to slip through.

A couple of sketches from a session with “FR” not so long ago.
12”x 9” ink and chalk on tinted paper

From the Past



From the Past

I know who one of them was.
Not the other.
It really doesn’t matter.
They just became faces
for brothers in a story
that has nothing to do
with them.


Needed two brothers in their thirties from back in the 1930’s.
Found these two looking like brothers (they aren’t) in an old family album.
One of a few sketches from yesterday in a temporary studio.

Islands Off Solitude
7”x 8” ink and wash

Fountain Pen: Platinum Carbon fine point