Here is a sketch from last night that I initially posted on instagram with the title “It’s Our Pleasure to Serve You, off the clock”. New Yorkers may recognize this personification of the blue and white Greek-styled coffee cup; the default paper cup used in thousands of corner delis for years.
And here are some quickie sketches of Margot Tenenbaum. They’re not really working yet, but I did these without reference from memory, so that’s not surprising. More work to be done to capture the right look.
Finally, here is a sketch of a woman holding an old box of long-forgotten photographs. This is a possible thread for this year’s INKTOBER.
You may recall from my series last year that there was the Stevedore and the mysterious woman walking in the rain. Well, those two, in their autumnal-wintry world, may be returning… Stay tuned here or follow me @edaggarart on IG to see 31 days of drawings, beginning tomorrow!
My brother and I, expecting rain Friday, planned a trip to the Whitney followed by a wander up the High Line. Naturally once we got to the city, the weather had become hot and sunny. It was a good plan anyway, as neither of us had been to the new Whitney, and we saw the Calder exhibit (two of his floor-sitting mobiles pictured below), some of the permanent collection, and selections from the Biennial. Some stunning views from the High Line followed.
Yesterday I received a wonderful surprise in the mail— this gorgeous piece of artwork by Luiza Mogosanu! This piece is in a celluloid frame from 1930s Germany, she told me in her note on the little card (a print of the same piece). I have already put it on the wall, next to another vintage oval frame. Thank you, Luiza!
This was a volley in return for some art I sent her a few weeks back. It’s such a delight to meet a fellow artist, and now I have an art pen pal in Berlin. Check out Luiza’s other artworks at her website! She is a gifted visualist, and full of light, of joy.
It fits in very well as I have a small collection of insects and bones on the shelf below all my paintbrushes.
This is a post about a project I’ve been participating in for a few months. It’s a noir-style children’s book in which nursery rhymes meet police procedural. A friend and client of mine, R. Andrew Heidel (owner of famous The Way Station bar), wrote True Crimes from Rhymes Square years ago and finally found an illustrator who was right for the job— Eric Hamilton. They hired me on as the publication designer.
Eric spent months working on loads of thumbnails and sketches to work out the characters (of which there are many), as well as working out the illustrations. He provided me with no less than four thumbnails for each page/spread. I worked with the copy and layout design to arrive at a good balance of text-to-image, and Andy and I art directed during this process.
The book is being produced with the help of a Kickstarter campaign, and will be a sort of work-in-progress limited-edition hardcover, comprised of rough drawings, polished pencil illustrations, and final painted illustrations. It will serve as proof-of concept when Andy approaches publishers to create a series based on this initial story.
During my visit to this inimitable and fascinating museum, one of the featured artists being exhibited turned out to be Walton Ford. He’s a painter whose work I first became acquainted with on an episode of ART 21 on PBS, maybe a decade or so ago. At first glance, much of his work calls to mind zoological studies from the turn of the last century, but are often infused with a sense of humor or surrealism. They’re large, sprawling canvases, arresting in their detail and vividness. There were several rooms that were set up gallery style in the museum, but also a number of his works sprinkled in throughout the permanent collection; ten of them were painted specifically for this show. Perfect museum for this contemporary artist, really. A fantastic surprise. Here is a really interesting, slightly unsettling sculpture by another contemporary artist (didn’t get the name) that resembled a giant snake so knotted into itself it has neither head nor tail, covered entirely in feathers. The feathers were all numbered.
Small misery gods took shape in Kyoto in 2015, during the artist ‘s residence at Villa Kujoyama. They fit into the continuity of the creative work around the paradoxes and contrasts: Grace and discomfort, the world of the living and the mechanical…
Presented as sound installation , they are the result of a collaboration with Pablo Salaun. A graduate of Textile Crafts at the Duperré School of Crafts and the metal to the Olivier de Serres school Mylinh Nguyen specializes in filming on copper alloys.
It develops, since 2002, the creation of objects and accessories from this rare technique. In 2013 , she was awarded the Liliane Bettencourt Prize for the Intelligence of the hand.
I like that— intelligence of the hand (perhaps an idiom, they’re always difficult to translate).
While in Baltimore last month, I went to Ellicott City, a little old mill town which is now is known for being quaint; antiques shops and cafes. I found (and bought) a children’s book from the 1970s, one which I quickly realized I’d had as a child. It’s one of the books that taught me how to draw (especially horses, but people, too). The gouache paintings therein, by Janet & Anne Grahame Johnstone, are fantastic. There are several more after the jump.
I’ve just read Ali Smith’s introduction to the (surprisingly recent) English translation of Tove Jansson’s Fair Play, which I suspect will be a new favorite. Among other things, it’s about editing, in art and in life— an ongoing making and remaking of things, of days. An excerpt from the introduction:
The book opens, then, on a simple little story about letting someone change things, which becomes a story about the editing process, or about how to make art—and is for the length of the book a parable about how to renew mundane life. “Look here’s a thing of mine and here’s your drawing, and they clash. We need distance; it’s essential.” Fair Play is often an excellent handbook of advice and rules for the workings of art—but it’s never just about aesthetic wisdom. It’s also very much about emotional wisdom.
Sunday was the first day in the 40s NYC has seen in months, and it was well appreciated. Went to the Neue Galerie with a couple of friends to have a look at the Egon Schiele portraits exhibit, and seeing his work in person is never disappointing. His linework is so sure and fine, and his distortions of limbs, faces —of bodies— so well-informed and limned with such confidence that they are often more convincing than an ‘accurate’ anatomical study.
After the show, we walked south and west through Central Park, then hopped a train to Blue Ribbon Downing Street bar for some food and wine, followed by a meander to Upholstery Wine Bar (same owner as Cafe Sabarsky in the Neue—full circle), and finally headed to Duplex Planet for some piano bar fun.
After the jump, a couple more of my quick sketches from Duplex, plus a small sampling of some of the works featured in the portraits show.
Or, Adoration of the Corset, by Bele Bachem and Wolfgang Ebert. I found this at a book seller’s stall in a little market in Amsterdam near Nieuwmarkt. Zac and I each found several books there, and a lot of vintage postcards. It’s a German book, published in 1961, and the illustrations are fantastic. They remind me of the wonderful ink drawings Andy Warhol did before he quit his day job.
I’ve scanned a few of them and used Google translate, which does rather a poor job. If anyone out there is fluent in both German and sass, send translations! Or hit me up to translate the whole thing.
Ein interessanter Fall für Korsettomanen. Zech Korsetts geben sich ein modisches Stelldichein. Man kann also fast von einem Korselett sprechen. Man kann es aber auch bleiben lassen.