Tallahassee #4


Here’s another one. There was another one — I don’t have an image for it — which was reader poem about the 2000 election. I did it as a sort of reverse to this one: white italic poem on black center, with black copperplate Election 2000 words on white. I like the idea of having the two election subjects done in a similar manner to connect events which are separated in history by 25 years.

Tallahassee #3


Another one for the exhibit, which will actually happen now, I think. This one contrasts two articles from the newspaper — a 1930 article congratulating the women of Tallahassee on declining to send a bathing beauty contestant to the Miami competition, and one in 1974 discussing the new craze: streaking.

Tallahassee #2


Here’s another one. Not shot straight, but that doesn’t matter. That’s gold leaf on acrylic ground for the bird, walnut and Chinese stick inks for the calligraphy, and archival inkjet for the article.

Tallahassee: In Its Own Words


Here’s a piece that may not see the light of day in real life. I’ve been working on 10 pieces for a show that was to be hung tomorrow in the local community theater. The pieces are based on lines from the script of the play that starts next Friday. This had been in the works for 2 months, but there may not be room for my pieces.

In the original post, the picture was much bluer than this one. This one’s color-corrected.

What not to do

Sometime when you don’t have a project that must be done, head over to 52 Projects and check out the exhaustive list of what not to do when you’ve got a project deadline.

Yes, I’ve got a project deadline. And I can’t believe how much of that list I’ve accomplished just today 🙂

Room to breathe


So often I get calls for calligraphy which has to be crammed into a space that is sometimes smaller than the typewritten original. It’s very frustrating. But this quote was required to fit a space at least 23″ tall by 32″ wide. So the x-height of these letters is 5/8″. What luxury! (That’s not a wrinkle at the top right, but a shadow from an open door. I set the piece on the floor and leaned over it to take the photo.)

Escape


I don’t draw. Okay, I used to not draw. This was more painful to do than I expected, but also satisfying to have accomplished. A baby step, but still a step.

Obsessive Drawing


The drive to doodle: compulsive therapy.
I read this review in the New York Times (click the title of this post if you’ve subscribed to NYT online), and I want to head right on over to the American Folk Art Museum. Too bad I’m 1,110.39 miles away.

A few more images of the show are here at American Folk Art Museum’s website.