If the font on the Halloween decorations was any larger I probably would not have stopped for bagels. Whose idea was it anyway to adorn a Grade A-inspected food shop with biohazard tape? I guess the small printing saved the day.
Mike must have been gone by this time. Mom made me this costume. I’m pretty sure it was for Halloween.
I remember how great is was to go to a Halloween part with Mike’s friends from his group home. Everyone had a lot of fun. Mike had the occasional Tourettic tic, but he had a good time too.
We spent Halloween with the kids and grandkids. William asked if he could draw in my new sketch book. I told him that I wanted something good. He went off and later, came back with the sketch you see below. He had decided to draw the mantle that his mom decorated.* *My own rendition was the […]
This is the first entry in my new notebook. I continue my color experimenting, this time, with pencil. The holiday dictates a limited palette of mainly orange and black. Hopefully the rest of the book will prove educational (to me) and compelling (to you, the viewer).
Some organizations spruce up their waiting rooms during the holiday season. Halloween is an under appreciated holiday in that regard.
Today’s post is for Halloween. I couldn’t imagine anything else from my initial brush strokes. I don’t remember ever drawing like this, but as I am reading Psychoanalytic Explorations in Art by Ernst Kris, I suppose my memories have been repressed by some ego, id, or sublimation process (whatever that means). I must have another […]
We’re here in Burbank for a few days. I’m not in my normal painting environment, so it is as good a time as any to break out of my painting routine. In my fog, I expressed the need for ideas to my wife and kids. They immediately supplied me with suggestions. Today’s watercolor experiment: I […]
As I mentioned yesterday, I write my posts the day before and schedule them for the following day. It is Halloween as I write this. We are in Burbank visiting the grandkids. William still remembers me. There is a spark of recognition as I sing, What Do You Do with a Drunken Sailor, the sea chanty […]
