Friday, December 18, 2015
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
Diana Draws Some Monsters
Diana drew these "monsters with insignificant problems" as she put it, and Sage, the 2 year old she was babysitting, contributed very helpful yellow scribbles.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Deacon Peter by Herman
Herman drew this entirely by himself, and it is his first drawing of a person. It is his first face, hands, feet, and orarion. The orarion, the stole a deacon wears, is the line extending from Dcn. Peter's left cheek to his left foot. Herman drew the face last, and when he saw what he had produced, his face beamed radiantly with amazement for several seconds.
Friday, September 4, 2015
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Melville Book Club #3: Cock-a-doodle-doo
"At last, emerging from a thicket of elders, straight before me I saw the most resplendent creature that ever blessed the sight of man.
A cock, more like a golden eagle than a cock. A cock, more like a field marshal than a cock. A cock, more like Lord Nelson with all his glittering arms on, standing on the Vanguard's quarter-deck going into battle, than a cock. A cock, more like the Emperor Charlemagne in his robes at Aix la Chapelle, than a cock."
Monday, July 27, 2015
Tom and Barry Book Club 2
This is my drawing from the Belltower by Herman Melville:
[...] and thereupon his foreboding eye had started at the expression of the unchanging face of the Hour Una.
"How is this, Bannadonna," he lowly asked, "Una looks unlike her sisters."
[...] and thereupon his foreboding eye had started at the expression of the unchanging face of the Hour Una.
"How is this, Bannadonna," he lowly asked, "Una looks unlike her sisters."
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Melville Book Club #2 "The Belltower"
So this picture is my picture for "The Belltower".
It's kinda weird, it might even be dumb, my excuse is I was practicing drawing with a tablet and photoshop.
"Erelong he had a heavy object hoisted to the belfry, wrapped in a dark sack or cloak -- a procedure sometimes had in the case of an elaborate piece of sculpture, or statue, which, being intended to grace the front of a new edifice, the architect does not desire exposed to critical eyes till set up, finished, in its appointed place. Such was the impression now. But, as the object rose, a statuary present observed, or thought he did, that it was not entirely rigid, but was, in a manner, pliant. At last, when the hidden thing had attained its final height, and, obscurely seen from below, seemed almost of itself to step into the belfry, as if with little assistance from the crane, a shrewd old blacksmith present ventured the suspicion that it was but a living man. This surmise was thought a foolish one, while the general interest failed not to augment."
It's kinda weird, it might even be dumb, my excuse is I was practicing drawing with a tablet and photoshop.
"Erelong he had a heavy object hoisted to the belfry, wrapped in a dark sack or cloak -- a procedure sometimes had in the case of an elaborate piece of sculpture, or statue, which, being intended to grace the front of a new edifice, the architect does not desire exposed to critical eyes till set up, finished, in its appointed place. Such was the impression now. But, as the object rose, a statuary present observed, or thought he did, that it was not entirely rigid, but was, in a manner, pliant. At last, when the hidden thing had attained its final height, and, obscurely seen from below, seemed almost of itself to step into the belfry, as if with little assistance from the crane, a shrewd old blacksmith present ventured the suspicion that it was but a living man. This surmise was thought a foolish one, while the general interest failed not to augment."
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Melville Book Club Drawing: "The Encantadas"
Sup all
Barry posted his drawing impression of The Encantadas a long time ago and even though I did the drawing, I didn't post it.
But now I am because our second meeting is coming up so I figured I'd better at least post them in order. Here's mine, like Barry's it's about turtles but unlike Barry's it's not as good as Barry's, but in some ways it's better because the turtle doesn't look kinda like a camel.
"The relics of hermitages and stone basins are not the only signs of vanishing humanity to be found upon the isles. And, curious to say, that spot which of all others in settled communities is most animated, at the Enchanted Isles presents the most dreary of aspects. And though it may seem very strange to talk of post offices in this barren region, yet post offices are occasionally to be found there. They consist of a stake and a bottle. The letters being not only sealed, but corked. They are generally deposited by captains of Nantucketers for the benefit of passing fishermen, and contain statements as to what luck they had in whaling or tortoise hunting. Frequently, however, long months and months, whole years, glide by and no applicant appears. The stake rots and falls, presenting no very exhilarating object."
Barry posted his drawing impression of The Encantadas a long time ago and even though I did the drawing, I didn't post it.
But now I am because our second meeting is coming up so I figured I'd better at least post them in order. Here's mine, like Barry's it's about turtles but unlike Barry's it's not as good as Barry's, but in some ways it's better because the turtle doesn't look kinda like a camel.
"The relics of hermitages and stone basins are not the only signs of vanishing humanity to be found upon the isles. And, curious to say, that spot which of all others in settled communities is most animated, at the Enchanted Isles presents the most dreary of aspects. And though it may seem very strange to talk of post offices in this barren region, yet post offices are occasionally to be found there. They consist of a stake and a bottle. The letters being not only sealed, but corked. They are generally deposited by captains of Nantucketers for the benefit of passing fishermen, and contain statements as to what luck they had in whaling or tortoise hunting. Frequently, however, long months and months, whole years, glide by and no applicant appears. The stake rots and falls, presenting no very exhilarating object."
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Father's Day Poem: "Lenerd's Folly"
Lenerd's Folly - By Barry
Canter First
A man t'ere was what made a milly dollies
And spen' but nickeled halfpence on a harse
This Harse her name was none but Lenerd's Folly
An' of the harses, strangest she was most
No gip-galontin' racin would she do 'I'm
No clip-carumptump canter could she stomp
All snippy snails and half-lid sleep-time munching
And full-breath napping, after half-step romps
Letharger there were none among the cloppers
By neighers, snozzwise, she was lapped by none,
Bu' twon marked muscle was there, what could flex she,
This might, i t'were the snout! Strong as a sun.
No Nostrildamus knew so much as Folly
'Bout the turning of the tempermented tide
No nosy houndblood shoe-gummed near as neatly
As dear Folly, Harse of Harses, Private Eye.
Canter Second
Came time, a misty Monday, that aur Lenerd
Herd, in Cackle Gossip, of a queen,
Great Gems of clearest Crystal, it whir whisper'd
Vansh'd from the castle - awful clean
No Sine of robber's arc could there be plotted
No witnes' spied his intro nor his 'scape
No servant, matter how devote they sought it
Found notice of his marks nor scrap of cape
Many minits Len' spent jangle-clanging,
Pots and pans about her harsey crain,
In 'tempt to stub the Hiber nacu latin'
of this Snoz-champ racer's slumberbrain.
Bu 'twunce awoke the sniffy sleutho-longleg
An 'dwunce provide she been with sleuthy task
No pot'ner pan were need to mote her vations,
She snoofed direct to biz, no need to ask
Canter Third
Past brooking trickles, o'er hillsy humplets,
Len an' his Folly wandered, crook't and curv'd
Close-tracing faintest whiff of clearest crystal
Around each robber's corner, swiftly swerv'd
Now strange a thing began to be a parent,
Close up on Queeny's Castle, Folly snuffed
And sniffling to the very gate, she snorted
Ol' Lenerd wondered had she given up?
"Ay Harse, what cost me near a cleanest milly,
Know not ye, here the crystal was at first,
We must now locate off-to where it's gotten
Lest re-ward we collect from Queeny's Purse!"
But into castle clomping went the snuffer,
Thru gabled arch n' down the crooked stair,
To lowest, dankest door in all the kingdom
Wher' barely blew a bite of breathin' air
Canter Fourth
Now here the Queeny wondered and a-puzl't
Not knowing where to find this dankest key
To dankest door forgotten long and fully
In deepest dungeon, meant for none to see
So many mighty men she made to move it
With muscles mustered, puny planks gave way
And there in stony shelter, sat Queen's crystals,
Aside a fluffy rat, on bed of hay
All faith in Folly found the stun'd observers
A garland draped around her sleepy head
And at her raucous feast she slept as soundly
as fluffy rats, on comfy hay-strewn beds.
A milly dolls, ol' Lenerd, was be-gifted
A just reward for bettin' on this horse
A true blue-sleuther, now by-Queen enlisted
A nostril-knight of Queeny's crystal court.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Tom and Barry's Book Club: Encantadas
"For, often in scenes of social merriment, and especially at revels held by candlelight in old-fashioned mansions, so that shadows are thrown into the further recesses of an angular and spacious room, making them pit on a look of haunted undergrowth of lonely woods, I have drawn the attention of my comrades bny my fixed gaze and sudden change of air, as I have seemed to see, slowly emerging from those imagined solitudes, and heavily crawling along the floor, the ghost of a gigantic tortoise, with 'Memento' burning in live letters upon his back. "
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Monday, April 6, 2015
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
3 Views of Croatan
The dates are in the top left corner. Spooky feelings, knowing we're in there - somehow still in there, as if space were time, and in the place called 2007, Conor and Donald are eating bagels and watching the mist on the lake, while a strange car, unbeknownst to them, drives quietly down the road taking pictures.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Your Mouth Is a Cup
Your lap is a plate,
Your mouth is a cup,
Your finger's a spoon,
I'm not making this up.
Your wrist is a napkin,
Your butt is a chair,
Your skin is a jacket,
Your hat is your hair.
Your shoulder's a pad,
Your knee is a pew,
Your neck is a necklace,
Your feet are your shoes.
Your elbow's an armrest,
Your tooth is a blade,
Your finger's a pencil,
Your hand is a spade.
Your chest is a nightstand,
Your back is a bed,
Your blood is a blanket,
Your pillow's a head.
Your mouth is a speaker,
Your ear is a mic,
Your molar's a blender,
Your leg is a bike.
Your eye is a camera,
Your mind is a room
Your bones are a coffin
A body - a tomb.
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