Here's a drawing I did when I went to see Macy's Flower Show with Siyeon on Monday. I was so excited to finally see some flowers. It's *almost* like spring is really here! Almost.
After I got home, I organized my thoughts a bit more and did one with perhaps less detail, but more coherence.
And here's the thumbnail I created way back before I went. In my head, it was more about giant flowers, and less about all the black makeup kiosks and shiny surfaces. Such is life.
Looking down Fifth Avenue, it just looked a like a giant crowd advancing with giant flags waving, which I guess is what it was.
Having to blow on those bagpipes for so many blocks must be pretty intense. We were all the way uptown by the end of the parade. I can only imagine from this guy's face how tired he was of blowing on those pipes!
These three were directly across from me. They must have been early in the parade and then stood by the finish to watch all their compatriots with obvious enjoyment and pride. I felt like they had such Irish faces, and in their dress blues, they were such an Irish-American New York story all by themselves.
St. Patrick's brought to mind some work I recently saw at the AFA Gallery in Scranton, PA where my teacher Veronica Lawlor currently has a show. Kevin McCloskey, one of the other artists featured in the show, created a series of prints about the lesser known miracles of St. Patrick. To me, their humor and storytelling embody defining traits of the Irish character. If you're in Scranton, stop by the gallery. Definitely also check out Ronnie's reportage of the parade as well.
This week, the temperatures actually breached the 50 degree mark in New York. We haven't had the weather that Boston has had, but we've had a lot of cold, cold days here. So perhaps I was overly optimistic when I headed out to Central Park. I was hoping for something—anything—in bloom, but of course, the park was all bare branches and snow still melting everywhere. Sigh. So here's Bethesda Fountain in the middle of Central Park, bare branches and all.
I've been going through some old drawings I made at Mystic Seaport from the past year plus, when the Charles W. Morgan finally made it into the water. If you're just tuning in, the Charles W. Morgan is the last wooden whaling ship in existence. IN EXISTENCE!! My fellow Dalverans and I had a show at Mystic Seaport a couple of years ago of our reportage of the restoration of the Morgan. In late 2013, the restoration was completed, and after years of seeing her in drydock, she was (gently!) lowered into the water. So here she is in September 2013, ready for her 38th Voyage!
And here's the little thumbnail. As always, truer to my intention and the feeling I was after.
2015 is the Year of the Sheep/Goat/Ram! Apparently, the animal can be translated as any of the three. Any way you translate it though, the thing to say is "Three Goats Start Fortune." There's a long explanation about why this is so, starting with homophones and moving on to the I Ching, and if you can understand how it works from reading this, you can email me and explain it! I just took the idea and went with it. So here are three Sheep, and my wish for health, wealth, and prosperity in the coming year!
I thought I would post some red foxes for Valentine's Day because, like swans and turtle doves, red foxes mate for life. Plus they're just so cute! I'm also considering a portrait of Schopenhauer and his poodles (mentioned in this article) for Singles Appreciation Day!
For some reason, all the subway drawings I've done recently are all of ladies. I don't know why. I certainly didn't set out to draw only ladies. I only noticed it when I was scanning them in. But then I thought, why not just go with it? Perhaps next the next subway drawing post will be the all men edition?
This lady, looking a little anxious, was clutching a wrapped food item. She was keeping an eagle eye on the stations to make sure she didn't miss her stop!
I like my Kindle plenty, but they make it really hard for us book peepers to see what people are reading. So inconsiderate.
The sleepers are a magnet for artists on the subway. So tired! So unaware they're being drawn!
This lady was the opposite. She *knew* what I was doing and wasn't sure she liked it. She was giving everyone that look, though.
And this girl was in her own world, with her amazing red-orange puffy jacket with lavender trim.
