I was out all day Sunday and into the night; eight miles of walking in the rain, and when I got home the apartment was clammy like when it rains at a beach house during vacation and steals away some of the fun.
Out the back window, where the trees climb higher than the roof, rain soft patterings on wet leaves; there is no wind today.
The leaves have not even begun to consider a change of wardrobe, as Summer lingers; couch surfing straight into October.
(This is from last week, when it was still in the 80ºs.)
It’s only day four of Inktober, but already I am feeling as though these drawings are all part of a single story. They are feeling all of a piece. I’ll let my mind percolate on it, see if a story can begin to emerge…
I apologize— I missed my Monday posting deadline! I’ve been posting a lot lately, but was somewhat busy leading up to go out of town and come upstate. Here are some photographs from around the farm earlier today. There was a brief, thundering deluge around 11am or so. Then the sky brightened which is always a good time for photos I’ve found. Much more so than a sunny day, depending on the sort of images one wants.
Neither dire nor gloomy;
gentle patterings on the sill
And out the streetside window—
Wet roads that sound like
crushed velvet or old dresses,
piled flat in a secondhand store.
No slantwise wind or biting air
Just a fine steady parade of silken threads
falling from bright skies
Sequins and bright baubles
gather on the lips of things,
then parachute one by one, to
Join up with silvered rivulets
in the mud of backyards, or
the sunken spots in the pavement.
Inspiring of bookish pursuits
or, maybe, a walk—
The streets are quiet and empty.
Only the swishing of tires as they pass,
pressing unforeseen creases
into the faded dresses—
a jazz brush accompaniment
for a quiet grey spring day,
May 22, 2017
Wee little drawing I did from a photograph I saw on the web. The image showed a person walking in the snow, but I think it could work as well for rain, being an umbrella and all. Maybe it would be an interesting image for an engraving; with rain added, you know.
I also acquired some new surfaces on which to draw / paint. They are the panels from a box of wine; one of those that comes in a wood case. They’ll need to be trimmed up a bit, to get rid of the parts where the nail gun shot through, but Tara Lynne is going to construct some cradling for my panels in trade for some design work, so I think she’ll be able to finish the edges off nicely.
Weekends in June are meant for bike rides and vast wanders through boroughs near and far, yet here has been a month of puttering indoors, rain delays, and not much wearing of the shorts and sandals. It has afforded no few hours for map-making, at least; that’s not so bad. A friend told me today that it’s the 7th rainiest spring since the onset of recording such things.
(I’ve just had a spot of deja vu… Odd sensation, that– one never gets used to it.)
I’ve been out walking, and have gotten thoroughly, pleasantly soaked. A circuitous route around the Slope, some of it through the park on this wet blue evening, and it felt so great to ignore the rain and be drenched. Even my hat, whose office it is to keep my head dry, was soaked clean though like that day back in the winter, freezing in lower Manhattan. The rain this day reminded me of Edinburgh, though, beginning as a mist, then effecting a long slanted crescendo.
The pumpkin vines are creeping over the edge; flirting with gravity, testing their limits.
There was a dark biological thing in a dream this morning, inside of which resided a tiny living Cthulu (?). The thing had the power to latch onto living things (it was a beast of some unfamiliar sort in the dream)- sort of latch on and insert a rigid tentacle into the spine of the beast, thus becoming a controlling parasitic addition, like a pilot or a puppeteer.
I told Ben about it and he said, “There’s an interpretation for that dream… what was it? Oh, yeah– it means you’re a FREAK.” I’m pretty sure he’s right about that.