My studio-mate, Bernie DeChant, is pretty compulsive about his print process when it comes to his photographs. He spends a lot of time doing test prints and proofs, making sure everything looks just North of perfection. In practice, this means a lot of partial images and unsuccessful prints get thrown out or discarded. And sometimes--every once in a while--I pick one up and draw on it . . .
Alden and I were talking about trees the other day. He has a lot to say about pretty much everything, although being pre-linguistic at his tender age, I can't really pretend to know his take on a given subject. I do know his passion knows no bounds.
Anyway, I was telling him about the now virtually gone subtlety of weather and wishing that he could have seen a spring and winter like the ones I used to know when I was a kid. I was wishing he could have met my mom and seen the weeping willow at the top of the hill by my grandmother's house. I was remembering the past in a bittersweet way, wishing it wasn't gone so he'd know what I knew and why I knew it.
And he smiled because everything is new to him, especially his memories. . .
Georgette and Queen Esther, in performance last night at the Greenwich Music School's Uncharted series. A great night of country classics new and old. . .
Binky Griptite, last night at Greenwich House, playing the blues for the Uncharted Series. Griptite turned the venerated music school into a roadside blues bar--people even gathered on the sidewalk outside to listen. The place was so packed I actually had to sit on the stage to get this drawing. There are worse places to be than at the feet of Binky Griptite when he's playing guitar...
Around midnight last night, I walked through a sprinkling of snow in Times Square, over to the F train at Rockefeller Center. The train pulled in just as I got to the platform and I got a seat by the door, pulled out the drawings I had just finished and looked them over. Then I lifted my head, glanced at this guy and started drawing. By the time I looked up to check a detail, he was gone, so I can't really say if it's a good likeness...
Here's my drawing--and two great photos of me drawing it--live on stage at the Greenwich House Music School last Thursday night. I'll be drawing live before every show on Thursday nights through the end of the Uncharted Season!
The photos are by Peter Parrella!
If you don't know where you're going, every way is up...
Last night at the Greenwich House School of Music's Uncharted Series (where I am doing a residency through April), guitar legend Marc Ribot and Haitian songstress Emeline Michel paid tribute to Haitian classical guitar icon (and Ribot's mentor) Frantz Casseus in a gorgeous night of music. The evening had the feel of a school recital in the very best sense, not just because it took place in a music school, but because Ribot's concentration was intense--his playing just slightly out of his comfort zone--and the audience was filled with family, friends and supportive listeners. It was the Uncharted Series at its best, a real dedication and commitment to the challenging pursuit of a musical ideal, slightly out of reach but completely within the grasp of masters.
Alden has begun talking without words. He looks directly at me and goes on at length about whatever's on his mind, long meditations, short observations, tart dismissals and joyful bursts. I do my best to respond. "Oh, yeah?" I say. "Is that right?" I ask. He smiles or sighs or looks away, translating from pure feeling, making music from intonation, letting me know what he's thinking without the refinement of language...
Last night, after sunset, our new studio mate, Paul Loren, and I accidentally painted this Hassidic man into our studio wall. He asked Paul and I to please turn off his lights, so we painted over him.
Liz Tuccillo ("He's Just Not That Into You", "Sex And The City") Syd Butler (Late Night With Seth Meyers) and Cynthia Nixon (come on, like I have to tell you) were the guests at last night's Employee of The Month Show at Joe's Pub . I drew this on stage during the show. Catie says I always make her look like a muppet. I say, only God can make a muppet.