More cleaning finds. Sometimes even I creep myself out a little.
My mom is moving, so I’m going through boxes and boxes of papers/old photos, and stumbled across these in the process; a photo of me from fifteen years ago (1st grade picture day), and from five years ago (self portrait). Romantic cliches abound in both.
Finished up this cover and book design (WIP on here a few days back) for my friend David K. O’Hara’s just-released novel Translatlantic. You can check it out here!
Spent a few days this week on a super fun project for the NYC Department of Education. Got to play with some foreign typography and a lot of bright colors. Excited to share the finished poster next week!
Toulouse Lautrec at the Met. So inspired by all his drawings, plus the Sigmar Polke and Robert Heinecken retrospectives that I forgot to take any more pictures, or to even take a better shot of this piece!
A few recents Instagrams…
Is it weird that I’m drawing naked genital-less people in the airplane brace position at midnight? Probably.
vinegar hill thrift: so cool it’s uncool
Watched Emmanuelle II (which I loved; go watch it) and felt strangely inspired to draw something for the first time in months. Feeling quite enamored with the female form as of late, despite the fact that I have apparently completely lost the ability to accurately render a human woman these days.
Today I went to the Brooklyn Museum for the first time. I live only five blocks away, and pass it every day on my way to/from work, but since it’s only open until 6, I can’t make it there on the weekdays before it closes. I liked a lot of the pieces on display, though the museum itself felt a little sporadically organized to me. The museum has a huge collection of Egyptian art on display on the 3rd floor, which I usually find myself bored with somewhat quickly, but ended up enjoying this time thanks to these two Nefertiti carvings on display – I really loved the minimalism and earnestness of them, which felt surprisingly modern to me. I left the museum feeling like I wanted to paint,even though I haven’t painted in close to 3 years, and then went home and did some poorly executed pencil drawings instead. Inspiration is relative, I guess.