DRAWING: from a writing exercise

I once belonged to a poetry writing group or two. This side-long looking doodle is what resulted while words for a writing exercise were being chosen. Yes, she is quite asymmetrical with hair askew -- and I don't care..... Though I often digitally clean up these little drawings, this one is just as exists in my little book of paper.

Originally posted (and in the present tense) on 8/15/2010

Polymer Face – Sad-Eyed Man

I used the vignette function in iPhoto to focus on the face of this sad=eyed fellow with his doubtful look. The sculpture is polymer, mounted on a stone tile. It's one of dozens of polymer faces I created around the year 2000. Each is different.  I signed the photo in Picnick on Picasso.

A Bic pic – doodling again….

This pair of characters is now pinned to my bulletin board. It's drawing with a Bic on a little scrap of blue paper. I digitally eliminated the color.

The man seems to be studying something in the distance, the woman is evaluating her next move.Or perhaps they have just returned to their car to find it has been vandalized and are looking around to see who might be on the scene.

Or that is the story I tell myself about them. So much of our relations are like that.  Someone who hardly knows you is looking at you, telling themselves a story about you, piecing together your motives, your history, or pretending to someone else that they see you clearly.. It may or may not have any relation to reality, and may also be diametrically opposed  to the story you are telling yourself which also might have little reality to it.

"Alas poor Yorick -I  knew him well" - but did you? Hamlet gets away with saying that because he is speaking to a skull.....

Mixed Media: Blue Tears, an oil pastel

This work, drawn during my brief residence in Brownfield ME, (1991?) is done with oil pastel and water colors on paper. I love the huge blue tears.

OIL PASTEL: contemplating nature

This oil pastel and watercolor on paper shows a poet i knew in Maine. I imagined him thinking about the various wonders of nature. The mountain becomes her knee.... etc. This was years and years ago when I made this drawing. A little stormy sky, a bit of visual play, a little mental/hormonal steam....

DRAWING: Face #16

This is another sketch while at a poetry event.

 Usually I am not drawing anyone in particular, just reacting to what is being read. Sometimes it's faces, sometimes just forms. This is a digital cut from a page in one of the little writing books I sometimes bring with me to those events. I

Oddities: The British Invasion 40 Years Later

This incredulous expression, on an aging brit face with pursed lips and plentiful bags under crossed eyes - is worn by one of my polymer clay sculptures currently hanging in the Artwell Rocks Show in Torrington. The colors are acrylic and permanent ink pens mostly. The hair is a doll wig..... The theme was music. So this is the British Invasion, 40 years later.....

Slam Sculpture: You Gave My Poem A Two?

Opinion differs wildly and widely on what is meritorious or not....

In a poetry "Slam"  - a competitive poetry reading scored like the Olympics, there is a panel of judges who rate each poem from 0-10. It's supposed to be half for the poem itself, half for the performance - though that is pretty much tossed away in practice.

 In that spirit, this person is appalled that his slam poem/performance has been scored as a TWO out of TEN by one of the judges.....

 This sculpture is of polymer clay, painted and mounted on a stone tile.  It's better then ten years old and is owned by poet Faith Vicinanza.

Another face in polymer

Fog like cold smoke hugs the landscape this morning. A blood sun begins to burn through it now - the light is changing, a reluctant warmth rises in the air.

Grief is a fog that lingers for years. Visited my father's grave and also the grave of Rob Ayotte this past weekend.  (They are in the same cemetery. ) You hardly ever  know what the weight of a person is for you until you try to make do without them...   Some people leave a rend in the fabric of things.

The face is polymer clay It's of no one in particular.

It's resting on a wrinkled pedestal made of cement color pinkish like the polymer.

I read an amazing fact last night: in a recent month there were 2700 people PER DAY  who were losing homes to bank foreclosure.

A different sad eye (singular)

One digital eye, which I made sometime ago in the old saw, mspaint. It was originally a bmp file. Don't stare... The eye is a potent symbol, peers forth even from the dollar bill where it eyes the world from a pyramid. This post is from the old Gallery blog.

getting a head

This is a picture of another sculpture, a self-portrait I made in Shundi's class at Wooster. At the time I originally posted this on my Gallery blog (which I am slowly merging with this one) this head sat on my desk at the Redding Pilot where it reportedly "creeped out" my fellow reporter Maggie Caldwell (who is now the editor of the Easton Courior). She refered to it as my 'death mask.' Hope not

The picture was taken at my old New Milford apartment, on the third floor. The pattern visible above the head, is formed by white lines in the parking lot below. This photo was featured on the splash page of old version of The Metaphoratorium.

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my sad eyes - a drawing from the old blog

A wisp of hair, a slant of lid
a memory our Agnus hid.

Somedays bleak is the thing - grey sky, a chill cast to the air. No snow, no wind, just the blahs. Not today though. This entry, (though not this picture) , was originally made on 2/28/07, on the old gallery blog.

"This is a digital drawing done with a drawing tablet. It was on the splash page to my website back in the days when it was on Prodigy's servers. having a difficult week. more later."

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Oil Pastel: Preoccupied

Like many of my works on this blog - this piece is partially physical and partially digital. The base work is an oil pastel, with some small alterations made digitally -  ie filling in around the edges with black.

Cat woman lives!

Red girl or maybe pink girl...

This entry was moved from the Metaphoratorium Gallery.



With the potential for endless digital manipulation it is really difficult to know when you are done with a picture like this. Andy Warhol might have loved the idea - a production line of variation. I have quite a few varriations on this. The original was much more crudely drawn. Also it was a larger screen with reams of wild hair. I had just discovered the blender,smearing tools in NeoPaint and was having fun.

Now here is a project for a geeky artist out there somewhere - write a program that randomly creates altered versions of one photo in a slide show installation in a museum.......