Shadows also have dreams. Sometimes very colorful ones.
Soon to be my again daily reality of subway morning misery.
Once again Fort Tilden with its bleached out white wood and occasional nudist bathing in the warmth of the sun and the sparkling break of the waves.
In the light of soon being back in school....this is one thing i don't miss about it - art crits (oh, and 8 am classes - i mean, WHY??? I think they are equally torturous to the professors.)
For those who are not in the know - critiques of each others work on an average is proven to take 3 + hours each time. One would think that over the years the time necessary for it would shorten by a bit....but no. Three years - they are still as long as when we started in freshman year....
But it is not all bad. It is very gratifying to see your work along side your classmates. It is inspirational,: it gives you an opportunity to see who others respond to what you have slaved over. It is motivational and helps you reach higher in your accomplishments. And it is kinda celebratory because it is an end result to many hours of hard labor.
I just wish it took a bit less time. Or some drinks would accompany the process. :)
Until then... i'll be sketching.
Sitting on the platform waiting for the N train, i can't help but always wonder how people live so close to the train. Do they get immune to the never ending noise? Or do they wake up in the middle of the night and curse the MTA?
I take the N train all the way to the last stop and immerse myself in a wonderland of thrill rides, Nathan's hot dogs and miles and miles of beach line. If you get out here early enough, you might catch a patch of clean sand and find some peace by the water. Oh, Coney Island.... you and your attitude. I prefer you in the winter when you are lonely and forgotten by thrill seekers till the next summer.
Melting under the hot sun i spotted a mother of three who was feeding one of her kids while the other two got busy with the sand. They looked like Mowgli - wild hair, athletic little bodies and big disarming smiles. The sand was their little treasure and i was envious of them, wishing that i was able to recognize more in it than i was able to through my adult eyes.
So this is where I have been spending most of my weekends for the past couple of months. This little gem is called "Elleven", a cozy jewelry store in Carroll Gardens that my friend Katie works at. The store recently relocated from Court St. and the new space is very inspiring. It provides me with plenty of opportunities to sketch antique furniture that the store is decorated with, pick up on different textures of brick, wood panel and tin....as well as enjoy the presence of some unique jewelry pieces.
This week was full of family activities which were beautifully exhausting for all participants. My brother, Yannes was in town for the first time in 5 years and it was great to see mom and him together. Even though they both got very tired from paddle boarding, Governor's island hoping, beach going and NYC Library attendance, i think they had fun together.
Once upon a time in the woods there were odd things.
These odd things had their own lives; they met one another, they looked, they talked, they walked away...
Their shadows did similar things but in the different way. Sometimes the shadows didn't look like their owners, the odd things.
And sometimes the odd things didn't look like their shadows.
- I don't have a treat for you. Even if i do i am not giving it to you. Don't look at me like that....
It is not in my pocket. Not in the one you think any way.
I am beautiful.
I am Beach God.
These down there are my minions.
Kneel to my Greatness while i yawn.