This is really really incredible and should be watched! 

Two hands.

The Berlin Wall.

Magic. 

0 notes, August 23, 2011

facebook. i quit you.

1 note, August 10, 2011

Foster The People / “Helena Beat”

0 notes, August 5, 2011

Ink & sharpie.  Drawn from a pretty iconic image of Solzhenitsyn.  “Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.” —Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Ink & sharpie. 

Drawn from a pretty iconic image of Solzhenitsyn. 

“Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.”

—Alexander Solzhenitsyn

5 notes, August 2, 2011

0 notes, July 29, 2011

Unfortunate Road Situation, Slavic Style

0 notes, June 1, 2011

My friend, Danner, bowling. Quick sketch from a facebook photo. Ha! 

My friend, Danner, bowling. Quick sketch from a facebook photo. Ha! 

0 notes, May 25, 2011

[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

love this. 

goodcabbage:

Orgesticulanismus

Reblogged from goodcabbage, 5 notes, May 20, 2011

Walt Whitman Pen on paper sketch.  Below is an excerpt from one of my favorite poems of his. Not a terribly original choice but oh well.   Crossing Brooklyn Ferry  These, and all else, were to me the same as they are to you;  50I project myself a moment to tell you—also I return.   I loved well those cities; I loved well the stately and rapid river; The men and women I saw were all near to me; Others the same—others who look back on me, because I look’d forward to them;  55(The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.)

Walt Whitman

Pen on paper sketch. 

Below is an excerpt from one of my favorite poems of his.

Not a terribly original choice but oh well.  

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 

These, and all else, were to me the same as they are to you;  50I project myself a moment to tell you—also I return.   I loved well those cities; I loved well the stately and rapid river; The men and women I saw were all near to me; Others the same—others who look back on me, because I look’d forward to them;  55(The time will come, though I stop here to-day and to-night.)

0 notes, May 19, 2011

Carson McCullers in sharpie.  Also a quick sketch. But not that quick. It’s hard committing to something with a sharpie. No going back. Lots of trouble with her bangs and hands. They’re not quite right but it doesn’t matter much though when it’s just a sketch.  McCullers lived in Nyack so it’s cool to draw her. Her book, “The Heart is a Lonely Hunter” made a big impression on me when I read it. I’ve also read Edward Albee’s play of her novella, “The Member of the Wedding” which is quite nice.  Here is a little quote I found online from ”The Heart is a Lonely Hunter”:  “Then at last the opening music came again, with all the different instruments bunched together for each note like a hard, tight fist that socked at her heart. And the first part was over. This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms held tight around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard. It might have been five minutes she listened or half the night. The second part was black-colored—a slow march. Not sad, but like the whole world was dead and black and there was no use thinking back how it was before. One of those horn kind of insturments played a sad and silver tune. Then the music rose up angry and with excitement underneath. And finally the black march again.” — Carson McCullers (The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter)

Carson McCullers in sharpie. 

Also a quick sketch. But not that quick. It’s hard committing to something with a sharpie. No going back. Lots of trouble with her bangs and hands. They’re not quite right but it doesn’t matter much though when it’s just a sketch. 

McCullers lived in Nyack so it’s cool to draw her. Her book, “The Heart is a Lonely Hunter” made a big impression on me when I read it. I’ve also read Edward Albee’s play of her novella, “The Member of the Wedding” which is quite nice. 

Here is a little quote I found online from ”The Heart is a Lonely Hunter”: 

“Then at last the opening music came again, with all the different instruments bunched together for each note like a hard, tight fist that socked at her heart. And the first part was over. This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms held tight around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard. It might have been five minutes she listened or half the night. The second part was black-colored—a slow march. Not sad, but like the whole world was dead and black and there was no use thinking back how it was before. One of those horn kind of insturments played a sad and silver tune. Then the music rose up angry and with excitement underneath. And finally the black march again.” 
— Carson McCullers (The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter)

0 notes, May 11, 2011