Book ends

Today, while cleaning the drawers, I ran by a time capsule from the last century... 

1998 to be exact.

(and a technical reminder - you can click on a drawing to zoom)

Last day of the vacation, tomorrow is back to work after two weeks of vacation.

Rinat's asleep, I gotta get out.

Waking her up gently to tell her I'm gone, taking the sketchbook - I didn't draw during the whole vacation, though this is the therapy I planned.

On the exit from Ayalon there is a corner of the Yarkon that always looks appealing. 

Lots of people in different stages of BBQ, draw them? maybe something in a Biderman style? 

I take a chair from the car, it is already twilight-time and a eucalyptus is hard to draw, where do I find a starting point? 

Also, I am so rusty, and a pen drawing requires so many lines...

Two birds landed on the trees in the background, I draw them a second before going back home.

Tomorrow is a working day.

Didn't draw in a long while, and the candle, it isn't clear how it is built, with a dent around. 

And Rinat is saying - how will you deal with it? so I try. 

So many layers of darkness, and I have no shading experience, it all becomes too dark, and all of it is just so I catch a glimpse of a lighter shade at the candle's corners. and again the question - what do I do with the background?

At my last birthday, two weeks ago it was? - Rinat surprised me with a house full of candles, and all the walls shook in the candle lights.

All I wanted is to draw the chain, but things continue. this is part of the chain that holds our bed, People think - Chain in the bed, who knows what they do with it. and I think - where is the stitch between a drawing and a word, for instance - why do I guard the borders of the lines I drew, and why not draw over them, ignore them, intertwine in them, and what is the meaning of it?

Not that I think of 'art stuff' - but I wonder where are the limits of the symbol - a drawing is still a symbol, though an abstract one.

And all of this before I turn off the light and go to sleep.

A Raymond Carver book

A  broken tooth - but the mouth is closed.

Rinat listens to the radio.

23/3/98

Flowers on the table

23/3/98

I bought flowers that look like a bush

A hard rain's night

After the last post, I was challenged to a new idea - animate a music piece.
Taking the video of Ella Fitzgerald singing Stormy weather, and Joe Pass on guitar, I started sketching last night.


The first 11 sketches are below, let me know what you think...

And the workinprogress is below:

From Dov - stormy weather sketches

Andy's Banana Republic (for certain not anarchy...)

This week, to celebrate the end-of-year (there is always a year's end, if you define things right), and life in general, I went to a concert - a Velvet underground tribute. Performed by fragments of Air, Supergrass and Radiohead along with some soap&skin.
The noise level was just right (au point?), but for the risk level could be higher... sigh...


If any of you wants a risky banana record interpertation - you can find one by the Beck record club right here.

As for the concert report - there she goes...

Sundae mourning

Waitin four demain

A fatal fan

Venussian purrs

Run Run Run from all tomorrows parties

Hero - Inn

There she goes (again?)

I'll be your mirror

School's out for the summer

In celebration of the year end, my daugter's class produced a play...


You are all invited:

Thank goodness, one more year has passed

Summer's here

One more peek at the museum

Some working class heroism

Couldn't help myself, a quick second round with sketches of some more masterpieces, 

This time Picasso, Matisse, and not one, not two, but Three Venus de Milo!.

When a painting is lent, a note is put in its place.

And, as promised, the Venus de Milo sisters, all drawn by the same family. (I adore this series)

And to finish off, something about life and death:

A statue of the fish carying the spirits to the death world (from the Oceanic collection of the Quai Branly museum)

And just for the context, This is a big black wooden fish, the skull is put in its belly, and there is a man (whom I didn't draw) holding the fishe's mouth firmly shut, while the mouth penetrates it's back. (hope the picture below makes it clearer...)

A sunrise or a sunset?

Two non-working class Israeli heroes