Cartographics color the way we see the world when we get there.

A non-exhaustive survey of art and culture in NYC, watercolor

A bit of in-progress work for a travel project— a bit of an arts and culture map via watercolor. I find it sweet and endearing. But then I would; I’ve been working on it for two weeks, and have become rather attached.

Can’t explain it in full, as it’s for a small audience, but I wanted to share just a sliver or slice of what’s been taking up some of my time and best efforts. To be repetitive, I’m so happy to be working at a place that makes use of these, the more vague or difficult to explain (on a resumé) of my talents. Overjoyed they want them, now they’ve seen the work in situ*, as it were.

NYC cartography of culture watercolor map

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Things bound with waxed sail thread and resin

drawing of mountains, riversMy subconscious has been working on a thesis for me lately; broadcasting things which on the surface (flattened and simplified by my waking mind) appear disparate, but on closer inspection are stitched together by a continuous thread.

Its thesis is about crafting sensible (or at least legible, recognizable) solutions, guides, codes to amorphous and unformed problems. Striving to find concrete solutions to riddles or puzzles only hinted at. Trying to map a place whose geography and even location is ever-shifting.

A reminder that, sometimes, the answers one wants or needs are unattainable because one is asking the wrong questions. It’s telegraphing this to me visually; that’s how I best understand the world. And the message coming through: I must widen my frame of reference, my view, in order to ask the right questions.

‘Maps for cephalopods’ is perhaps the most obvious— my subconscious’ version of hitting me over the head; a wry attempt at a movie-montage or voice-over exposition— and its point at least two-fold;

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Brooklyn is always great for wandering


You know it’s December when WordPress is snowing 🙂

Yesterday I walked just over 4 miles (6.5 km) while running errands— a much shorter walk than Sunday (above), but enjoyable. I downloaded the app Runkeeper to my phone, so from now on I can track mileage, etc. Brilliant little app, simple to use.

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Cycling weather

Our bike routes around the neighborhoods
I outlined our biking routes amongst three neighborhoods (click to enlarge)

The September weather has been beautiful for biking and walking; sunny and crisp, humidity pretty well gone now. Zac and I did some cycling on Tuesday in the gorgeous sunshine and into the night; from South Park Slope to Ditmas Park (aqua route to Sycamore), then through Prospect Park (the uphill half!) to Prospect Heights (pink route to Beast), and finally back home down Fifth Ave in the Slope again (green route).

Having been here so long, I know Park Slope very well, and Prospect Heights to an extent, but I’m least familiar with Ditmas Park and its environs. The bikesterNYC app for iphone has been remedying that— it’s really helpful when planning routes through unknown neighborhoods or the stretches between familiar ‘hoods.

National Novel Writing Month has begun!

a pencil map
A map for a thing, utterly unrelated but pretty; based on a lovely from ‘Surveying the Shore’. More on that project later…

Yes, folks, I’m doing it again. NaNoWriMo has officially begun, and even (at this late, late hour) embarked upon its second *official* day. My word count stands, currently, at 1,899– a whopping 232 words beyond minimum goal for one day! But let’s face it, one hasto get ahead to make if through the Thanksgiving holiday with a hope of finishing 50,000 words in 30 days.

I recall from my experience of it a few years ago how great it felt to *focus* on a single creative endeavor for 30 days- and the daily minimum became a daily look-forward-to (pure good-for-me). So here I go again.

Here’s a tiny, tiny excerpt from my formless, rudderless beginnings of a story with no outline, no plot in sight (yet), and all speed ahead:

Kinley loved Sadie’s name because he had a sweet tooth for all things tragic, and when the mood struck he would call her Sad for short. It was a peerless barometer of his emotional state.

See you in the trenches, writers!
(It’s not too late to start, so think on it.)

post script from last entry: still really need a programmable coffee maker. And waterproof winter boots. And pants without holes in that fit well. &c.

Oh- and remind me to post photos of the fishes soon. Fillyjonk is outstripping Wink too much in the growth area, and I worry they may need a new condo too soon for my taste.