Mon, 2013-11-04 20:36

Just working the old pencil.

Six drawings of the same lemon, each with different lighting.



linocut prints

Tue, 2013-10-29 13:02

Had a great linocut printing workshop at Pratt this weekend.

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linocut print

Smelly Phone - linocut print

recursive mozaic in rectangles: Jenni in the Surf

Thu, 2013-10-17 22:18

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Jenni in the surf, II

update to dice collection

Wed, 2013-09-11 17:15

Added a problem to my dice problems collection. It's problem 5.

linocut self portrait

Sun, 2013-08-25 21:52

Four hand prints of a linocut self portrait. I'm not super happy with the printing...

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linocut self portrait

gravity 11

Thu, 2013-08-15 14:17

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gravity 11

Barnaby Rudge

Sat, 2013-08-10 18:24

I finished Barnaby Rudge (by Charles Dickens) today. A very enjoyable read. Not as full of characters as some of his other novels, it feels rather lean and simplified. It does have, essentially, three different plot lines which don't exactly get fully tied-up, but I certainly liked reading it.

I only have three of his novels left to read (I've read all the grey ones).

  • Dombey and Son (1.95)
  • David Copperfield (1.91)
  • Bleak House (1.91)
  • Nicholas Nickleby (1.86)
  • Martin Chuzzlewit (1.85)
  • Little Dorrit (1.85)
  • Our Mutual Friend (1.83)
  • Pickwick Papers (1.72)
  • Barnaby Rudge (1.41)
  • The Old Curiosity Shop (1.19)
  • Great Expectations (1.01)
  • Oliver Twist (0.91)
  • A Tale of Two Cities (0.78)
  • Hard Times (0.58)

The numbers are proportional to the length of the book (they should be
approximately the number of characters in the novel, in millions).

gravity 10

Wed, 2013-08-07 11:18

Another gravity image. This one uses a different initial set of particle locations.

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gravity 10

Today's Dickens

Wed, 2013-08-07 11:09

From Barnaby Rudge, by Charles Dickens:

Barnaby's enjoyments were, to walk,
till he was tired;
then to lie down
in the long grass,
by the growing corn,
in the shade of some tall tree,
looking upward at the light clouds as they
floated over the blue surface of the sky,
and listening to the lark
as she poured out her brilliant song.
There were wild-flowers to pluck—
the bright red poppy,
the gentle harebell,
the cowslip,
the rose.
There were birds to watch;
hares or rabbits,
as they darted across the distant pathway in the wood and so were gone:
millions of living things to have an interest in,
lie in wait for,
clap hands
shout in memory of,
when they had disappeared.

burst #1

Tue, 2013-08-06 13:41

Ink on paper. About 11x14 inches.

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burst #1