Monthly Archives: November 2016

Behind Bernice’s Tavern, through a cluttered kitchen, past a staircase to a second-floor apartment, and out the back door is a former horse stable. Beyond a steel door secured by two padlocks and a deadbolt lies a treasure trove. Over the past few weeks I’ve been going back there and trying to make order outContinue reading “Excavation”

It is probably a five or ten minute pose, early in the two-hour evening class. Not much time to correct or refine, just get some marks down to imply shape, volume, presence, then flip the paper over and get ready to do it again with a new pose. Fall 1986 or spring 1987. My firstContinue reading “Life Drawing”

I sketched out these stumblers from Breughel’s great painting to use as a tattoo almost twenty years ago. A couple years later the Bush Years dawned and a look down at my left arm served as an instant reminder of where we were at as a country. For those eight years I never accepted thatContinue reading “The Blind Leading the Blind”