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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-18472846152959500732012-01-14T13:39:00.000-08:002012-01-15T16:56:30.132-08:00follow up visit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3cgkQE0Th0s2ckTjEo0scj6AUz6ipzdxbT3dOy2fL66laZpHx7TvgiAReHY90UnO-xHEJfb5_AJFTWCfFgw0v6To4NCHgWkho1yKa4ltwKBFe4tEVMn2hkCVXhMAO0vkBzw4JQ/s1600/Drawing_10_hires.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3cgkQE0Th0s2ckTjEo0scj6AUz6ipzdxbT3dOy2fL66laZpHx7TvgiAReHY90UnO-xHEJfb5_AJFTWCfFgw0v6To4NCHgWkho1yKa4ltwKBFe4tEVMn2hkCVXhMAO0vkBzw4JQ/s400/Drawing_10_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697605669456835698" /></a>who stepped on you and cut you with poison<div>hungry cry baby nurses on the last pocket of gland<div>wetting itself </div><div>gushing heart held high</div><div>eat it</div><div>coo </div><div><br /></div><div>nurse your autonomy </div><div>but nurse nurse nurse</div><div>drink all cuddle glass in the mouth broken pins<div>to watch </div><div>watch it then strychnine coma</div><div>fur and noise under magnifying glass curls up shrink, poof, gone, </div><div>sun another!</div><div><br /></div><div>I handed you</div><div><div>re edit, paste, bake, cough, hate</div><div>what a lovely kitty</div><div><br /></div><div>and they're all like you</div><div>shell hard reptile roses </div><div>sweet pretty roses spit</div><div>each and every one identical in empty eyes</div><div>reptile brain hose </div><div>all must eat </div><div>each other not</div><div>crusty plankton by the ton does not fill </div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><div>touching it now withers</div><div>I want for you</div><div>is what happened when she was 12</div><div>but never will </div><div>want for you shmuffin</div><div>off road wet blueberry dough still burning ash</div><div>it must be time</div><div>shit I'm late</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-50708938244068572132012-01-14T08:06:00.001-08:002012-01-14T23:14:41.767-08:00in order<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oDdqH03NlJZdRXm9QFAUmoqRlzOcLkDTZKvurtKXf1Q5ckM7FzsYX1OB3EQgRSCxuEr_QMTKAp4ytMx8bCiHNrCm8aGrLlbq6BQeGemUNM170XAaAM6XsZTbyj35hnCXzbpgrg/s1600/Drawing_9_hires.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oDdqH03NlJZdRXm9QFAUmoqRlzOcLkDTZKvurtKXf1Q5ckM7FzsYX1OB3EQgRSCxuEr_QMTKAp4ytMx8bCiHNrCm8aGrLlbq6BQeGemUNM170XAaAM6XsZTbyj35hnCXzbpgrg/s1600/Drawing_9_hires.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1oDdqH03NlJZdRXm9QFAUmoqRlzOcLkDTZKvurtKXf1Q5ckM7FzsYX1OB3EQgRSCxuEr_QMTKAp4ytMx8bCiHNrCm8aGrLlbq6BQeGemUNM170XAaAM6XsZTbyj35hnCXzbpgrg/s400/Drawing_9_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697520143716870930" /></a><div><div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><u><span><br /></span></u></div><div style="text-align: left;">what can it come to mean?</div><div style="text-align: left;">who is not really it and the face is lost</div><div style="text-align: left;">it can't be true if when he was who he was, </div><div style="text-align: left;">then was not who he was, was who she did so not see,</div><div style="text-align: left;">and she so did not, and she said it and insisted so, on and on, </div><div style="text-align: left;">look away and she did it again, said it to a stranger</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">why must they be right -when due- looked best?</div><div style="text-align: left;">arrivaled, luggaged, smile on time</div><div style="text-align: left;">the rhyming sweating metal text</div><div style="text-align: left;">it hurts my teeth</div><div style="text-align: left;">fungal tell, body language lying cream enbombed</div><div style="text-align: left;">all fastenered, buckles, wrinkle leather straps and visa </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>I waited for my dream</div><div>in line with others </div><div>in order</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;">prick pointy kissing</div><div style="text-align: left;">it's on baby</div><div style="text-align: left;">fish smellish green and muscle chemicals togethered</div><div style="text-align: left;">not fuck</div><div style="text-align: left;">and then a drop of blood</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">welcome a doily wrapped in soiled piss</div><div style="text-align: left;">or welcome</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-13341751028804562902012-01-07T16:07:00.000-08:002012-01-15T20:42:23.822-08:00dragon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KalRQvW1M7szh2hlkJFri-1X02U0XyFIi2ViarAT3lFLR724ihqWQEUY39iJT80OaOULedfEZQX6fBPWMCmyRnHrEfJACMnzSGknPv8ZiPG47TQDpwSaLZVBjxB6e7njyN2umg/s1600/Drawing_4_hires.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KalRQvW1M7szh2hlkJFri-1X02U0XyFIi2ViarAT3lFLR724ihqWQEUY39iJT80OaOULedfEZQX6fBPWMCmyRnHrEfJACMnzSGknPv8ZiPG47TQDpwSaLZVBjxB6e7njyN2umg/s400/Drawing_4_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695046374846063314" /></a>Last week I moved my work space out of the living room and into a small room on the 2nd floor of our house. Today I'm clearing stuff out and setting it all up so I can work up here. I'm very happy to have a private space again. I was in the living room and could never do any work because of needing to keep things tidy and hidden too, I draw boobs and stuff, for some privacy. It wasn't working at all. Now it's better and I'm looking forward to getting going again more on my own terms. It's necessary but, I didn't see it. It's a good change. Need to find a job too. It cost us a lot for me to focus on art so long.<div><br /></div><div>Paula loves the new living room. She hangs out there with her laptop, writing and surfing, and she smiles a lot more.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-69668990214656991852011-12-28T22:47:00.000-08:002012-01-14T12:06:02.071-08:00what drawings!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlJU5gH122jD2i1oUfv5Egl3mDAguJwvhiDlGFGz3zc3xSTgim3N1sdbu3nCmJicjBYFaeEb9t_jyKEY9OVRpSEnWKf2G2ixggL7xXphDA_FXTOqOpDIcNAMoFTIdk12vOE3TcQ/s1600/Drawing_3_hires.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQlJU5gH122jD2i1oUfv5Egl3mDAguJwvhiDlGFGz3zc3xSTgim3N1sdbu3nCmJicjBYFaeEb9t_jyKEY9OVRpSEnWKf2G2ixggL7xXphDA_FXTOqOpDIcNAMoFTIdk12vOE3TcQ/s400/Drawing_3_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691438542199220722" /></a>We walked to the AGO today, Paula and I in -9. We saw Gillray and Goya and Oh it was wonderful. A show of prints titled 'Humor That Bites'. I guess you can call drawings that made people want to imprison and kill them something like that. Although now it's more like 'Not So Funny Anymore Art That Once Bit'. But really it was such wildly wonderful work! And I'll be going back again a few more times just to sit surrounded in every direction by this fantastic stuff. I'm going to draw there like I'm in a coffee shop with them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-7288253592291760662011-12-24T08:16:00.000-08:002012-01-14T12:03:47.406-08:00a swallow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgeKvhiJZZs0YkFogN2P1z1frLoI2vQLDyN-zNUrjZdXiwzNSMeqZ-wDClwaKRkoWPqwDbANEyllwIxXnzr67JB0YSA90i6COlFfXAFSotjt7QQQlSwuOaogXs5R6U2pjDAjJKg/s1600/Drawing_6_hires.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgeKvhiJZZs0YkFogN2P1z1frLoI2vQLDyN-zNUrjZdXiwzNSMeqZ-wDClwaKRkoWPqwDbANEyllwIxXnzr67JB0YSA90i6COlFfXAFSotjt7QQQlSwuOaogXs5R6U2pjDAjJKg/s400/Drawing_6_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689730023934550226" /></a>I haven't posted here in a long time. For the last year I've mostly been drawing with a brush pen. Mostly in coffee shops. Pentel makes the best brush pen. It's an exquisitely sweet tool. Doesn't leak and the flow is perfectly predictable. The Toronto Coffee Company on Lansdowne makes a great coconut latte. It's thick and has some vanilla. They're new in our neighborhood. Very nice people too.<div><br /></div><div>Mostly I go with Paula. We're doing quite badly right now. With love evaporating and leaving stains, like salty sweat marks on old baseball caps. I wish I knew what the connection was between the work I do and the life I live. I can't really find it. Maybe if I can try to write and draw on the same days, for many days, maybe I'll find the link. I draw in very different ways without any understanding of why. These different styles. </div><div><br /></div><div>I know that when I turn to drawing I'm usually trying to find my way back to a state of grace, because I'm in pain. I don't think I approach the work with something to say. I just want to feel connected again. To anything. Even to paper. Once I get there I feel safe.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-62901522377941285892010-01-31T13:12:00.000-08:002010-01-31T13:31:17.638-08:00collaborators<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNrKoyKXvWwEGvT-3akBaF2LJh551jJWcLK-Lo16YxmR8byVNBJxz7lQ6XVTn8ZoZBZB0BTsH3y1A_kg4GgTR1mt-vIb9EUZgTIW8Xz4hSSI5bpSP_0xKdNe-8jrafdt0Z7kvLsg/s1600-h/mark-and-larry-3b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNrKoyKXvWwEGvT-3akBaF2LJh551jJWcLK-Lo16YxmR8byVNBJxz7lQ6XVTn8ZoZBZB0BTsH3y1A_kg4GgTR1mt-vIb9EUZgTIW8Xz4hSSI5bpSP_0xKdNe-8jrafdt0Z7kvLsg/s400/mark-and-larry-3b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433015541847512834" /></a><br /><div>Me and Mark Connery went out together drawing on Thursday. I thought we were just going to lurk and sketch. I love drawing people doing anything. Mark had a whole other idea and it was really fun. He's a pro at this. We just passed the drawings back and forth and got to know each other chatting away and making marks.</div><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPSDIi8H7RpvS8P-qjsBUyhStXVTlGBDrbaUN2HC8LYZ42r77A4FpuQqCdTTtE7XtOghOeyCdoR3-9Po97OX1JfXdBazhTXBe7oDaVIFGobtcyCG0digdpYwbilEZ19SRQx16BQ/s1600-h/mark-and-larry-2b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiPSDIi8H7RpvS8P-qjsBUyhStXVTlGBDrbaUN2HC8LYZ42r77A4FpuQqCdTTtE7XtOghOeyCdoR3-9Po97OX1JfXdBazhTXBe7oDaVIFGobtcyCG0digdpYwbilEZ19SRQx16BQ/s400/mark-and-larry-2b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433015358904104546" /></a><br /></div><div>The waitress was really sweet at this University pub we settled in at. She left us alone for long periods of time and was delighted we were doing something interesting. I told her these were plans for a bank heist and we needed some input. The place was practically empty when we arrived about 7:30 pm, but it slowly filled up. And got shrieky noisy, due to an adjacent co-ed. The cell phone reception was bad in this place for some strange reason. The closer you got to the urinals the worse it got. Mark's long distance East Coast romance and he had a long distance call date to connect their long distance hearts. The bad reception ruined it.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGbpiPIf_G6CNMnZU_8geLH5wBnADyRGOItkN9s4E5Hms7RUX6uc2RpsEbFAy6cjUr-Y6IAIgNJrV4Lo94q9aMsoEuBclJiyv1eAX1mLZfYFIHrOaEb4nDKF9x6fsqr-8LOawfQ/s1600-h/mark-and-larry-1b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGbpiPIf_G6CNMnZU_8geLH5wBnADyRGOItkN9s4E5Hms7RUX6uc2RpsEbFAy6cjUr-Y6IAIgNJrV4Lo94q9aMsoEuBclJiyv1eAX1mLZfYFIHrOaEb4nDKF9x6fsqr-8LOawfQ/s400/mark-and-larry-1b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433015272793825938" /></a>It was bitter cold that Thursday. Mark said that when he went out to smoke the pub's music changed outside. Like there were 2 mixes. I wondered if one was to attract you in, and another was for when you were in. Like a secret society shunning unwanted patrons. Mark does mixing so he's really aware of the ambient noise in a way I'm kind of oblivious. When we left the pub he tried to demonstrate the differences. But it didn't reoccur. We shook hands and parted. Now I have 3 of the 6 drawings we did together. We flipped a coin and picked like kids making teams. I got all the ones with lots of Mark's work and I think he sort of did the opposite with his 3. We like each others styles.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-1907307732078926952009-06-17T20:15:00.000-07:002009-06-17T20:19:13.569-07:00words by paula drawing by larry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gMvnl8zqYqKxLbWSiJqRqNgf60tjmW5D4_3sVvONhlv7E4lfaGHh_es3rdspBfMjSGE9gh3UYy2wYqg7OIYPoEED8KQ4C_P_yJm5X2qalSDNxGBK5dkpgRKp01gYpniFT_6J7w/s1600-h/the-starbucks-guy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gMvnl8zqYqKxLbWSiJqRqNgf60tjmW5D4_3sVvONhlv7E4lfaGHh_es3rdspBfMjSGE9gh3UYy2wYqg7OIYPoEED8KQ4C_P_yJm5X2qalSDNxGBK5dkpgRKp01gYpniFT_6J7w/s400/the-starbucks-guy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348501835855777842" border="0" /></a><br />Larry said let’s go to Starbucks and you’ll write about someone we see and I’ll draw them. And I said, yeah like that loud guy we always see there talking to someone new every time, we can do him. Then we got there and sure enough he was there. But I don’t think he’s a bum.<br /><br />One time we were sitting down with him and talking to him and our twelve year old son Jacob was with us and he was warning Jacob to always listen to his parents, us, because he knew. And Jacob was buying a new cell phone from earning money from shovelling snow and he was telling Jacob which guy to talk to in the Rogers for any problems he might have. And then he noticed my cell phone and said, oh yeah, the little chocolate bar, which is a good way to describe it, it’s very thin, and that he used to have the same one. Then he showed us the cell phone he has now and then the other cell phone he also has now.<br /><br />So I was ordering Larry and me our coffees and he left his chair and was beside me telling me how there’s e-bay cards on the internet for seven hundred dollars, how he couldn’t believe they were for seven hundred dollars, then he showed me his Paul McCartney Starbucks card and said he looked it up and it was only worth one dollar. Which didn’t seem right to him.<br /><br />I didn’t have any idea what he was talking about. But I had to agree his Paul McCartney Starbucks card did look very nice. It was much more unique-looking than my Starbucks card. And feel sorry for Paul McCartney that his value was so low in whatever internet assessing plastic card world he was talking about.<br /><br />But I didn’t ask him what he was talking about because I didn’t want to talk to him even though one time we had been sitting down together and the audiences of each other.<br /><br />For once the pair of comfy soft purple chairs had become available – people were getting up and leaving them - and Larry grabbed them. What I said about their availability he responded to with more commentary.<br /><br />I sneezed hard two times and he said bless you, you could tell it was bless you, but in a language I don’t know, it sounded like Yiddish, in his same loud voice that cut through the coffee shop and reverberated, two times too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-11902065768732457302009-05-15T10:57:00.000-07:002009-05-15T11:01:43.363-07:00iggy and lilu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLgvcvVbaQzi1fXahQBc_PyaTJf1iq1nh7labPhcD8HvWPGBHBFamT-a7U6kmq4d09OFQ6u3ErUoZp2KCrX4PqZNyZ4e2miu8IHl_c31blCJtyjMNAM8uajtHskNGVsduqMGUGQ/s1600-h/Iggy-and-Lilu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaLgvcvVbaQzi1fXahQBc_PyaTJf1iq1nh7labPhcD8HvWPGBHBFamT-a7U6kmq4d09OFQ6u3ErUoZp2KCrX4PqZNyZ4e2miu8IHl_c31blCJtyjMNAM8uajtHskNGVsduqMGUGQ/s400/Iggy-and-Lilu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336112207356280114" border="0" /></a>Our 2 kittens wished Paula a Happy Mothers Day.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-37269524412827962572009-04-15T14:29:00.000-07:002009-04-15T14:40:46.965-07:00i submit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_xSA2cOoKX7uTeM-lx120mPUD7wGCDyAIg4q9a9b4Cyj7LDWd1cpj_GBnY1AtHvAjQrTrMRLRaZX6pioyM9Brq9Q50OcO1mV1WGcT41BKl8JOB6-oWX5_tBJpyywzmKqcGBPhQ/s1600-h/Abstract_35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb_xSA2cOoKX7uTeM-lx120mPUD7wGCDyAIg4q9a9b4Cyj7LDWd1cpj_GBnY1AtHvAjQrTrMRLRaZX6pioyM9Brq9Q50OcO1mV1WGcT41BKl8JOB6-oWX5_tBJpyywzmKqcGBPhQ/s400/Abstract_35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325033906163220370" border="0" /></a>So I've done a lot of drawings over the last 10 months since I lost my job as a teacher when the Art Institute of Toronto expired. This month I've put together a portfolio site and I'm going to send e-mails to galleries here in Toronto by way of submitting my work. I've never had representation before as an artist except as an illustrator and that had some positive aspects. Wish me luck please. Cheers all. The site address is <a href="http://www.larryeisenstein.com/">www.larryeisenstein.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-40727139095936608942009-03-13T13:48:00.001-07:002009-03-13T16:25:00.154-07:00baby kittens<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTizItpOq94lifUedS0PSzTqD9tLbZBxAknghJOkVKFUls5Lwfd12-Kcb7jT5m_he4X_MJwiWPISJQwOjAZzihFY3Sv-XM5eqh6WjGcgrAp5hT-jP1TlhH_9zTeH9U0Dh3TMlJA/s1600-h/Abstract_34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTizItpOq94lifUedS0PSzTqD9tLbZBxAknghJOkVKFUls5Lwfd12-Kcb7jT5m_he4X_MJwiWPISJQwOjAZzihFY3Sv-XM5eqh6WjGcgrAp5hT-jP1TlhH_9zTeH9U0Dh3TMlJA/s400/Abstract_34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312777417740321010" border="0" /></a>We have 2 new kittens. Iggy and Lilu. Everything looks cute to me now. I've got cute colored lenses affixed to my glasses and am blinded to the truth that they're just big hairy cockroaches, scuffling in my dinner, sniffing for food everywhere, what mooches. Roachmoochies.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-78680342694299831842009-03-05T11:55:00.000-08:002009-03-05T12:19:16.231-08:007 of 22<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEsZSp9L_GOzKVWiYJR3oVVmr1evO8775_TxLEgjbrEWG8ES-c3rrwsJqag4U9zwCmNXT4jAKZQk4IYLM3sJh4rP0CpOOGecv62S5hwdZ_0D2hif3o9T2yWn8sf87_z-fDCBxvUQ/s1600-h/Abstract_Book.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 83px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEsZSp9L_GOzKVWiYJR3oVVmr1evO8775_TxLEgjbrEWG8ES-c3rrwsJqag4U9zwCmNXT4jAKZQk4IYLM3sJh4rP0CpOOGecv62S5hwdZ_0D2hif3o9T2yWn8sf87_z-fDCBxvUQ/s400/Abstract_Book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309795090107102386" border="0" /></a>That's how many pages I've got drawn in my accordion book. It's from China and I bought it at Gwartzman's Art Supplies. It's got thick tough paper and took a beating. I've been going downtown to this art supply store since I was 15. That's 40 years. The same guy still owns and runs it. He's as crotchety and imperious as ever. His build is wiry, his features handsome, his speech laconic and he still scares me. Now I go to his son the dentist with my whole family. He makes cracks about his dad while he drills in my cavities.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-80253585462814081152009-03-02T20:08:00.000-08:002009-03-03T10:00:40.612-08:00wrinkle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-KcTBtYglRslyCWcjy7_lTEkwnGoK2B2B3NgUf649YxdspPYmU-Egw2CxzQtwV4CnSJjP0FGUd6sSXLeNjp15PdhIq3ddpZvCklSEPdj4Z0eSGBCMIIogw4XSEyXgrGEU4KTW-A/s1600-h/Abstract_31.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-KcTBtYglRslyCWcjy7_lTEkwnGoK2B2B3NgUf649YxdspPYmU-Egw2CxzQtwV4CnSJjP0FGUd6sSXLeNjp15PdhIq3ddpZvCklSEPdj4Z0eSGBCMIIogw4XSEyXgrGEU4KTW-A/s400/Abstract_31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308808829201598738" border="0" /></a>I use the cheapest paper to work on. I hate to waste good paper. Since I always start every drawing believing it's destiny is abject failure only the crappiest . So my crappy paper goes gnarly and rippled the longer I paint. After 4 weeks of stroking this one has the geography of dessicated parchment. It aged with me so it's not Dorian Gray.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-3155529165840075962009-01-25T19:41:00.000-08:002009-01-26T15:04:23.902-08:00what you feed your mind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFkStRZks-ymQLayVypuD7OFStquR_Kl2wybJwDeZFtcjQPzUzhvBjCKQpcK_MYQPIzwc_VrthhRiXiG-bNwf7xYECPo-fLmx-95PCdMteJpIHc-ntLgxrb-fjcCpVA-FnJ6Zxw/s1600-h/Abstract_28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFkStRZks-ymQLayVypuD7OFStquR_Kl2wybJwDeZFtcjQPzUzhvBjCKQpcK_MYQPIzwc_VrthhRiXiG-bNwf7xYECPo-fLmx-95PCdMteJpIHc-ntLgxrb-fjcCpVA-FnJ6Zxw/s400/Abstract_28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295444143682511170" border="0" /></a>So now I understand that I've spent most of my life asking terrible questions. And that the answers my mind has come up with are only appropriate to the negative inquiry.<br /><br />Now when i go to bed I feed a fresh batch of hopeful, happy questions into my brain and I wake up with excellent answers. Today I feel sure that everything is going to turn out well.<br />It's a great feeling.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-21839421029970998752009-01-13T12:57:00.000-08:002009-01-13T19:23:35.877-08:00love understands<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SZc9lB8LjkzYJg3SkshXTFn_D20UxGimPoqmK_BldzIjcbeLQzF3W4sao_RGng17RueX2g5tevAGhuhSR9gMX4ZoK3c9Oj_1ghcRw1aEd6ax217XGv3B5RRP9Sym0lZM8qAdkQ/s1600-h/Abstract_27.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SZc9lB8LjkzYJg3SkshXTFn_D20UxGimPoqmK_BldzIjcbeLQzF3W4sao_RGng17RueX2g5tevAGhuhSR9gMX4ZoK3c9Oj_1ghcRw1aEd6ax217XGv3B5RRP9Sym0lZM8qAdkQ/s400/Abstract_27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290885389792602018" border="0" /></a>My eldest son Eli is in northern Israel where he's volunteered to help out in the rear as the war with with Hamas widens. I hope he'll be safe. Eli's mother, my ex-wife, doesn't understand him and rejects his decision to participate in the operation.<br /><br />He was just at the end of a vacation/tour when the war broke out. He decided to stay. A couple of months ago he met a young Israeli woman traveling here in Toronto. She had just finished her mandatory service in the Israeli Army. I think they're in love. Eli and Nofair are going to rendezvous in Israel in February. The ongoing conflict will be the backdrop. I guess there's a very romantic story there. I'm worried for him, but it's his time to be a young man in the world now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-66566184048189685142009-01-10T20:54:00.000-08:002009-01-10T20:58:31.024-08:00happy sad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36c39NHwcAFCbo6t3FZX_ukXLfF12pwN7mMrynAqJg1ques0lDcslYqn8VGAoeN1j4IuPlUACQmIBYLNuUj6zjE7GhynLr1ANoxMITo9vnDd2AIiBTaKPJFO9uuvc2pTNPRbBzQ/s1600-h/Abstract_21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289895279221860722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36c39NHwcAFCbo6t3FZX_ukXLfF12pwN7mMrynAqJg1ques0lDcslYqn8VGAoeN1j4IuPlUACQmIBYLNuUj6zjE7GhynLr1ANoxMITo9vnDd2AIiBTaKPJFO9uuvc2pTNPRbBzQ/s400/Abstract_21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I must cry for 2008 though. It was the best year of my life. I'm a capricorn. We start out old and get younger. Each year of my life seems to be getting better lately. This last one was my favorite. So I grieve because it's over and I'm worried it will never be as good again. But so far 2009 is even better!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-83146556837160070222009-01-08T14:42:00.000-08:002009-01-08T15:21:00.788-08:00happy new year<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TsXevXk2EGvCZIgzc61Jn8erhQpLEExHNvB3HM2AAYVeKwDyxcWPLGkmnvWeUafb4UZJ3zA-MhCWZRMhtVeRnwOEGHqsReP9rgBtPlYmggCm-FboM6qsfs-v4c0O0FEkMsUvUw/s1600-h/Abstract_18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289057694104218978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TsXevXk2EGvCZIgzc61Jn8erhQpLEExHNvB3HM2AAYVeKwDyxcWPLGkmnvWeUafb4UZJ3zA-MhCWZRMhtVeRnwOEGHqsReP9rgBtPlYmggCm-FboM6qsfs-v4c0O0FEkMsUvUw/s400/Abstract_18.jpg" border="0" /></a> 2009 spurts of splorching gobs of joyous creamy love to you!<br /><br /><div></div><div>I've been away, in a depression. Now I'm feeling better. I'm sorry I dissappeared. I miss being here. Be safe and happy and healthy for the next 12 months and then we'll ask for the exact same thing again.</div><div></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-45253112269353810782008-11-17T17:58:00.000-08:002008-11-17T17:59:34.526-08:00what?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDvfu4arjMwnC8kqHBLaeXiPj-1SW9sfgTew7cY5aF3GX2tkdrzAilbWBxP60nK6j9YgzUFwXzOdLlSiniCXLIoZSm5uC35p83DEqZd3t56Ek5VoqMER4UJ3mtI341syL93gdeQ/s1600-h/girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDvfu4arjMwnC8kqHBLaeXiPj-1SW9sfgTew7cY5aF3GX2tkdrzAilbWBxP60nK6j9YgzUFwXzOdLlSiniCXLIoZSm5uC35p83DEqZd3t56Ek5VoqMER4UJ3mtI341syL93gdeQ/s400/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269811145165184738" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-35075749763477062522008-11-14T20:46:00.000-08:002008-11-14T20:49:22.549-08:00flic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbwZQoQUtJrD0C9q0vwaknwdwNv28AQfb5FwE6F3pEopcRl09vopshRXAQ1eGWakn6x8k00OcMQGyzH9NPoAkAwoiWMluR2rGyeqMiKdfzNe4QvnKLkQ_xCncppxv-ypWTxlPnrQ/s1600-h/lighter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbwZQoQUtJrD0C9q0vwaknwdwNv28AQfb5FwE6F3pEopcRl09vopshRXAQ1eGWakn6x8k00OcMQGyzH9NPoAkAwoiWMluR2rGyeqMiKdfzNe4QvnKLkQ_xCncppxv-ypWTxlPnrQ/s400/lighter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268741667771193058" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-22125618560156074852008-11-12T19:53:00.000-08:002008-11-12T19:59:52.553-08:00more visitors campaign<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_uLz2g0oxcOPUpjgeF2oGr4Y9gbdV89qo-AN4djDXMfh8fhBseiMLrpHuL90ULCHkDy4TFqAn8kDYEcebD4ucC_NG8IH1m_fXbJdKXKvH_h3npOqIN0hJp3S608oXY10p0j1IQ/s1600-h/appocolypse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_uLz2g0oxcOPUpjgeF2oGr4Y9gbdV89qo-AN4djDXMfh8fhBseiMLrpHuL90ULCHkDy4TFqAn8kDYEcebD4ucC_NG8IH1m_fXbJdKXKvH_h3npOqIN0hJp3S608oXY10p0j1IQ/s400/appocolypse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267985752320220162" border="0" /></a>Over the next little while I am shamelessly going to introduce more sex and violence to my postings in an effort to solicit more visits and (especially) comments. We hope our regular visitors (Pennies, Orange and Sinister - I love you) will not be disappointed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-3900717553309548912008-11-11T13:41:00.000-08:002008-11-12T05:35:04.309-08:00on the beach<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir843eOz1Gr4XTk_nQgAT3qFODv1xjHkT_thAo-MVEBDy9HO2qwcex9qrlcbO5RJFqKREo-Kuxj14Uo1563WCdn_N-O9xGPZN1RX5I_Z-AY_eaXiOY_9aZGD6IVdXj9s98zwimpg/s1600-h/Pinery-July-24-2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir843eOz1Gr4XTk_nQgAT3qFODv1xjHkT_thAo-MVEBDy9HO2qwcex9qrlcbO5RJFqKREo-Kuxj14Uo1563WCdn_N-O9xGPZN1RX5I_Z-AY_eaXiOY_9aZGD6IVdXj9s98zwimpg/s400/Pinery-July-24-2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267518500933024562" border="0" /></a>They studied their grandchildren, a little boy and a little girl, playing in the surf. The parents of these toddlers walked hand in hand along the beach, their dog took refuge from the sun under a giant driftwood log. as they lay on a blanket in the sand, laughing and cuddling. The grandparents pointed at and chatted about every aspect of the behavior of the little ones. Proud and vigilant they watched over their treasure. The young mother of the children told me she loved my portrait of her parents.<br /><br />They all walked off up and over the dunes to their campsite. We stayed till the end of the day. We love it at the Pinery. We love the beach. Jacob rode the waves to the sunset.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-1879920428616980862008-11-09T19:53:00.000-08:002008-11-11T13:50:41.944-08:00lotsa coffee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmh0mI6JisLy415ZENoe9oUZkVHz7lCcIH5M7kl9cKi3DC9QpoJZscE9Ij3uJoRlrY9nIws-fi7RQkoAyyi6Z6kdxVBCoK8NIcXxZ7T-cGt2mft4R4sUM-sBuKt4HpPsbqX2eJA/s1600-h/Starbucks-Sept-9-2008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZmh0mI6JisLy415ZENoe9oUZkVHz7lCcIH5M7kl9cKi3DC9QpoJZscE9Ij3uJoRlrY9nIws-fi7RQkoAyyi6Z6kdxVBCoK8NIcXxZ7T-cGt2mft4R4sUM-sBuKt4HpPsbqX2eJA/s400/Starbucks-Sept-9-2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266872120142174834" border="0" /></a>Paula and I are really into drinking coffee this year. We never drank it before. It always messed me up. Now we love it. It's kind of crazy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-13974995890882212212008-11-07T19:55:00.000-08:002008-11-07T20:00:34.719-08:00kidney bean head and baby bean head<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2lOw6f6n76u-y103k2sOin_r_eEcPXz-FETMKw_3ugIQlCK3M6iOftq4xscTugSAfq4dKQCo3nVChvpLdpQOBFPJdvYtVo5ysktiDm1e6gDl-2ANEIqnn74BP6EVCt8YdYyFJA/s1600-h/Sof-Ground_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2lOw6f6n76u-y103k2sOin_r_eEcPXz-FETMKw_3ugIQlCK3M6iOftq4xscTugSAfq4dKQCo3nVChvpLdpQOBFPJdvYtVo5ysktiDm1e6gDl-2ANEIqnn74BP6EVCt8YdYyFJA/s400/Sof-Ground_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266130652776232034" border="0" /></a>Pulled a proof of my first soft ground etching on Tuesday. I'm going to aquatint some portions next class. I hope I don't ruin it. Paula said my sometimes verbose writing style does not appeal to her tastes. She likes my dense visual textures though.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-58474102191717330952008-11-05T20:25:00.000-08:002008-11-06T04:47:44.780-08:00pose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0heod2m9jtYbs6koqS3bq8lJVT8UfCWYh-DLeJRV0-tNybDu4Jj3dHG47dEfmddi5xi8AhiK2-nxnwfxGHl7BufLDtLOJWkq7V6XmfVHpKV3OjoE4xLZ4gDsPxBQzcSyXNeHQEw/s1600-h/Starbucks-Oct-18-2008_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0heod2m9jtYbs6koqS3bq8lJVT8UfCWYh-DLeJRV0-tNybDu4Jj3dHG47dEfmddi5xi8AhiK2-nxnwfxGHl7BufLDtLOJWkq7V6XmfVHpKV3OjoE4xLZ4gDsPxBQzcSyXNeHQEw/s400/Starbucks-Oct-18-2008_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265396766630637570" border="0" /></a>This girl, Sierra, was such a sweetheart. Her parents watched in smiles as she fawned over the drawings in my sketch journal. They beamed as she and I spent time chatting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDeYiREUi0L0Eu_HTqOEFTRXcN-WMJtTP1jAavWG8pwcRfylnaR5uI4fZ9-wXl0qAK2wKnrRPjha0rEMv2SZQxCQUAkawmo-GDR_qHimuPJGtY-m3LeStCGcy8h24-i9Rwz_JNYA/s1600-h/Starbucks-Oct-18-2008_2.jpg"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35569535.post-3366714260827454522008-11-02T19:11:00.000-08:002008-11-02T19:15:46.727-08:00dots and spots<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BiBY3O8wT0rpkOQcE_JwQje8hql81CjCRMnh1Gc1fV-zsHbV771klmbdvkCazZd4koVeURo_AORLa1MZywboA7oLVd-akqy_9b-ImofXDl447mAZbV-cZvM3DT7k5AsOsfTaYA/s1600-h/Abstract_17.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2BiBY3O8wT0rpkOQcE_JwQje8hql81CjCRMnh1Gc1fV-zsHbV771klmbdvkCazZd4koVeURo_AORLa1MZywboA7oLVd-akqy_9b-ImofXDl447mAZbV-cZvM3DT7k5AsOsfTaYA/s400/Abstract_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264263723085183826" border="0" /></a><br />I woke up at 5 am and tossed and turned for 20 minutes. I couldn't stop thinking about drawing. About adding more color to all my black and white drawings. This one had a weenie bit of color<br />from some watercolor pencils. I couldn't stop thinking about adding some water to a brush and liquefying the dry watercolor marks. So I got up and did this for about 4 hours. It was nice to crawl back into bed and spoon with Paula knowing I had done it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1