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Sunday
Sep182011

Nightfall

I just dashed this off on the first page in my brand new expensive friggin' Moleskine sketchbook, out on the brick patio listening to the crickets sing as night rushed on, faster than it has in months. I could say that it's messy and wild because it was getting so dark so quickly, but you know what?-it fits my mood. The delicious descending panic of a chilly night displacing a cool, benevolent afternoon of outdoor house maintenance on a high ladder, a hastily thrown together sauce of late summer tomatoes and the last shreds of basil over spaghetti for dinner, winding down quietly for the evening with a pipe and a beer but it isn't really quiet at all inside of this aging, aching body still high on the thrall of a gorgeous crisp September Sunday, is it?

talbert LB and P Becker strawberrywood with Smuttynose Robust Porter, 8 1/4 x 11 9/16, Derwent Watercolor pencilsLate at night and too restless to go to bed. A change of pace with a more tightly rendered study of my smoking stand clutter, just to prove to myself that I can still almost do a careful drawing if I'm in the mood.

radice twin bore freehand with pipe cleaners etc, 6 1/2 x 7 1/2, 2B graphite and watercolor pencils

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