Pen-&-Inks: The human body. Regarding pure form, nothing is more interesting. Then there are buildings and homes. Indoors, outdoors... the planes we build to shell our bodies from the world... they are interesting too! Architecture is the collaborative ego chiseled into hard surface. Angles. Boundaries. Ratios. I draw these… Faces. Bodies. Muscle and bone. The structures we build to inhabit our tender limbs. And then there's a third thing. Spontaneous shapes! Eddies, spirals and swirls. I take dreams very seriously, the unconscious and her tendency to bite vividly from the dark. I pay attention to designs and colors that announce themselves at night, when I close my eyes. I feel like these images, sometimes bodies and faces, sometimes buildings, and sometimes cunning patterns... these are my mates, and they issue from ancient mechanisms that preceded conscious, daylight ideas in the grand pan-opera of evolution. When it comes to inspiration, I have grown jaundiced toward deliberate intent. It is a thick, sticky thing... the digester and ender of progress. Instead... one must listen to the muse. Or dream idea-juice. Whatever. We shall settle on the thing that won't leave us alone...

Style: A ballpoint pen. I use anxiety to guide the nib. Worry Yes. Exhilaration and nervousness too. As it stands, my pen-and-inks jettison a traditional familiarity with line. I have landed on scribble. As a matter of curiosity, and an attempt to face square to failure, I limit myself with preparatory sketches and planning. If I can avoid it altogether, I do so. But not always. As it turns out, prep-work is another of those cholesterols. Better to fail and be off to the next clean sheet than obsess over meeting others' expectations. It is a tremendous relief to be done with an image, and a true excitement to begin anew.

Image Craft: Traditionally, I have drawn or painted what I write. This brings me to another motivation. Stories. The Pen-&-Inks are a recent arrival... they seem to coincide with turning 40. Prior to them, I found motivation in images that accompany my written projects. They may be literal. Or not at all. but if I write, I will draw.

I deeply admire realism, and will always love that enchanting overlap of the mid-1800s on into the early 1900s, when the rise of camera forced painters, (painters who clung tenaciously upon representational art), to find a way to elevate their portrayal of the world. The camera was their rival, and these artists jutted arrogant chins to thumb technology, besting it with cocksure desperation. Manet is a god. I adore John Singer Sargent and Ilya Repin. I believe theirs is the apotheosis of painting that gives theater to the depiction of people in scenes. Of nature too. Or the city. Make me feel. Unleash a bewildered emotion, the hard ones to pin words to... that is what I ask a fellow image-maker to do.

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Following is a list of artists I truly enjoy, from various eras, and different traditions. It is by no means comprehensive. Just a taste:

Martin Puryear

Jean Michel Basquiat

Ilya Repin

Calida Rawles

James Mongey


Kehinde Wiley

Jacopo Pontormo

Frida Castelli

Eduard Manet

John Singer Sargent

Itchiku Kubota

Mark Rothko

Layla Ali

Zhong Biao

Raphael Sanzio


Johannes Vermeer (the greatest canvas painter ever)

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Isabella Stewart Gardener (her museum is the art)