There is no reason I should be late today, my sincere apologies. Another drawing from my weekend up in Mystic. Looking forward to getting back to work.—Dominick

Spent a weekend with Veronica, Margaret, and the Dalvero members in Mystic. It was nice to the see our show again and I started working on a new project. —Dominick

A quick storyboard while on location.—Dominick

Truth be told, I lost track of the week and didn’t realize that I was up today. I was literally running out the door as  I saw my reminder and turned around to see the above watercolor. I posted it quickly and then out the door I went. When I finally had a moment to catch up and read this weeks posts, I laughed when I saw that Ronnie announced our upcoming book, One Watercolor A Day. This painting was one that didn’t make it into the book. Sitting in the reject pile I figured it was prime for posting.—Dominick

Got back a stack of recent drawings and started going through.—Dominick

It is amazing how being 40 minutes late can ruin an entire day. At least it ended with good company.—Dominick

I usually do my own color work, but more and more these days I feel like the subjects of the work think they have so much control.Apparently she needed her hair to be blonde.—Dominick

Here is your Tuesday drawing, today. I expect payment tomorrow.—Dominick

Sometimes when all four pens run out of ink and your brush pen is nearly bone dry, all you need is a drop of water.—Dominick

I used to fight with people that the subway was not the train, it was the subway. Of course that just made me a commuter. Once I was a New Yorker the subway was the train. Still trying to fogure out Metro North is. But then again so are many people I am sure.—Dominick

There has been a lot of marine talk in the house lately. Crabs, mermaids and the like. I also happen to be returning to a project I started last year for two shows. The sketch above is another in the series of alien species, this one for mute swans. —Dominick

Would it hold any weight at all? I certainly can’t blame her, even though she doesn’t stay still for long. —Dominick

As I look to tear apart my haven one more time in the name of progress, I figured this was appropriate for the days to come. What will lie behind the walls that I will pull down and build back up over the next few weeks? What will never be seen again? The drawings above were done in the belly of the Charles W. Morgan during her many year renovation at Mystic Seaport. Few have ever seen the bones of the ship. I am fortunate to have had the opportunity, along with fellow Dalvero  members, as we chronicled the process—the results of which can be seen at in the group show Restoring a Past, Charting a Future. —Dominick

This gentleman changed shapes with each direction he turned. I think he noticed me drawing Friday night on the 4 train. Not sure if he knew he was the subject.—Dominick

Another drawing from the trip down to D.C. last month. I found out that our capital was built on a swamp, something I hadn’t known. I also learned first hand the effects of the swamp as we walked to the Lincoln Memorial one Saturday night in thick fog. It is hard to explain, but having seen the memorial in various forms in print and on tv for my entire life, I wasn’t sure what to expect or if it would be as grand as one would hope. I am sure the fog helped, obscuring all but a few trees on either side, but as the memorial appeared from behind the trees on the path along the reflecting pool,  time changed and this temple stood before us. D.C. is a very serious city. Hidden in between all of the politics and drama that keep us moving forward on any given day I found one of the most concentrated centers of history I could ever imagine. New York will always have first place in my heart, but Washington, D.C. took a new place I had not expected.—Dominick

I think that was the last time I just forgot about it all, and yet it was all right there. The hardest part is losing yourself when you are surrounded by so much.—Dominick

Another drawing from Washington a few weeks ago. I finally posted the inauguration drawings. Please check them out.—Dominick

First, for those who were there yesterday, it was not cold. Actually, yesterday was a day at the beach. As those who were there the first time, cold was four years ago. That was the coldest day on earth that I have ever been outside. I swear. On two bibles if necessary. Yesterday, I got a little sun burned. I didn’t even put the wimpy fingerless glove on my drawing hand. The hardcore ones stayed in my pocket. I didn’t get their as early either—not sure anyone did. I haven’t looked at the crowd numbers, but it was crowded. Even if it was half of the 2009 attendance, it was crowded. Last time I was nearly in Virginia. Though my optimistic first drawing makes it look like I am a block away, in reality I was about midway in the first section of cheap seats, between the second and third jumbo-trons. I could see crowds on the stage, but people were impossible to make out. But as the sun broke through the clouds and the crowds filled in, in front and behind me, the day waiting started a moment in American history started. I’ll post all the drawings from yesterday as the week progresses. —Dominick

Spent the weekend in D.C. with Ronnie, Margaret, and the Dalvero Academy. Did a little drawing at the Air and Space Museum.—Dominick

Never good to start the morning off late on a post, tons of work on the plate and a computer with the case of the flu. Water paints never fail. Back up and running.—Dominick