Here’s a couple of drawings from last week.
Did you know that Matisse was going blind toward the end of his career, and resorted to cut paper instead of paint, so he could feel the shapes? I sometimes feel I can relate to him, in a small way— mainly in dim lighting. It’s an upsetting thing for a visual artist, to begin to lose the erstwhile sharpness, the detail. To have to rely upon lights and optical assistance to be able to even approach what your eyes have seen always, for decades.
It’s stressful, and somehow still surprising to me. I do see well in bright light with contacts. And fine in dim light, with glasses. It’s not a surprise, then, that I often rely on my accumulated inner library of gestures, angles, and details.
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My dreams this morning were a wildly colorful and vivid jumble of characters and scenarios, from which I could hardly escape or retreat. And I don’t think I wanted to.
I’ve been drawing much more than writing these days, and I’ve not transcribed a dream upon waking in quite awhile. Even today, this was as much as I jotted down. Gradually the images began to fade as I got caught up in emails and research and the tasks of the day.
In the meantime, some sketches from last evening. The world famous TARDIS restroom in The Way Station bar, and its attendant tiny library!
Took my bike out yesterday afternoon for some riding around on the waterfront in Brooklyn— first to Brooklyn Bridge Park to view the new little marina at Pier six.
Below is a pic of the piece pre-inking, and a snapshot of the view from where I sat (after the sailboat in the drawing had gone). It’s only 6″x4″, so a bit too small for such a vista, but it’s good practice anyway.
I need to loosen up a lot more when sketching architectural things, be less literal. The finished piece is far too on-the-nose— timid, and lacking dynamics. My treatment of the buildings while inking flattened that expanse of the harbor. But learning happens through failing!Then I took the bike path to Red Hook, where I had a pint at Bait & Tackle and sketched just a few of the many, many nautical and taxidermy knickknacks. And finally, I headed next door to Ice House, where I did some sketches of people in the backyard. Those sketches in the next post, stay tuned!
Nah, the sign says children playing, but it’s in the backyard of a bar, so kind of the same thing. I was doing two sides of the yard at once to be inconspicuous, and wound up with a giant guy floating behind the people with popcorn. Rather an odd image.