Fishin' for a good time starts with throwin' in your line

Pulling what I need from the collective unconscious. I never know what I'm going to need, but it often seems to come to me anyway.
Since I fish and swim here, I try to give as good as I get.
I'm feeling the darkness and panic emanating from Wall Street and Washington (and elsewhere)... my knee-jerk reaction is to blacken in the skies and let the fog roll in.
Fisherpeople have been pulling flounder, blues and crappie out of the Bay here lately. That's comforting, given the precarious condition of our economy.
From Douglas Rushkoff: Think small. Buy local. Make friends. Print money. Grow food. Teach children. Learn nutrition. And if you do have money to invest, put it into whatever lets you and your friends do those things.

No quiet mind

Can you tell I've been all over the maps (inner and outer) lately? Covered lots of literal ground with visiting friends from Scotland and then a week in upstate New York with family. Not much time for resting or reflecting – or drawing. Now I am back at home and exhaling long and slow. Hope to be making some quieter work as the week unfolds. I'd love to see some big black (or gray or white) areas for resting eyes.

Sunlight dappling water

I've been working out of more than one book this week and just came across this piece where I am pushing the background and playing with transparent forms. Since I won't be posting again for a week or so, I thought I'd add this in today. Cheers.

Wind and waves

Traveling in the Outer Banks, I found a way cool Hemp sketchbook... this is the first drawing and not finished, but made in various coffee houses and outdoor pubs around Ocracoke Island. Waves on the beach were huge, sand was blowing and shells were only fragments... mosquitoes as big as hummingbirds, and just as hungry.
Continue to travel this week and will I hope bring back more drawings.

Invasion of the body snatchers

I've been working in the yard and discovered a cluster, or should I say invasion, of 'pods' in the juniper bushes... hanging like Christmas ornaments from the ends of branches, oozing sap they steal from the plant and incubating I don't know WHAT sort of alien life form.
I made this drawing on Saturday night and only noticed it is THEM this morning... oooooo.
So not only do they creep unbidden into juniper bushes, here they are in my head as well. Oooooo.

Plain weave

It's so great to have a day to putter in the studio.
I wondered what would happen to a drawing if I shredded it and then put it back together – deconstructed and made again (I am nothing if I am not literal). Take it a step farther and shred it in both directions, then weave.
It's got everything: hands working a repetitive, meditative process; craft; pixel-like blurring at the edges (very beautiful effect I think); dimension.
Click here to see what it looked like when I first posted it on Nov. 11.

Eye of the storm

I've been all over town working on this drawing the past few days... waiting for my friend Bernie at his physical therapy, taking phone calls at Samaritan house and a late-night break in the newsroom. Today I'm not working - deep sigh of pleasure - and finally finished it up in my studio.
Tropical storm Hanna is battering us today, the air is odd and color in the sky unusual, but not dangerous. Out on the beach this morning the waves were kicking up and clearing the sand of everything... no treasures to poke at and study.
The crosshatching around this 'eye of the storm' went counterclockwise, then clockwise then back again, as if I am buffeted by the storm system and trying to get control... ha, like that's going to happen.