Hipster Beach

This Memorial Day weekend I decided to head to what I semi-sarcastically refer to as “Hipster Beach”. Tattooed and pierced Brooklynites bike out to the ocean, oil up their carefully manicured hairy chests, and frolic in the dunes, slipping the occasional ironic bluecollar beer or handrolled cigarette. But this year there was a new trend: […]

View post →

Travels: Rome 2

This is another drawing from my trip to Rome. I had an hour to kill before departing to the airport, and decided to spend my remaining euros at the local “Cafe Bar” across the street from my hotel. The drawing kept growing, and the owner (pictured not very flatteringly with the upturned collar in the […]

View post →

Travels: Rome 1

On my recent travels to Rome I took the time to do a little drawing, and this is my favorite one of that trip: One of the shady “gladiators” outside the Colosseum. He and his collegues were not overly thrilled at my attentions, so I had to do the sketch as fast as I could […]

View post →

Japan

When I visited the Shinto shrines of Kyoto a few years back I admired what looked like unseasonably early blossoms on rows and rows of trees. It wasn’t until I approached I realized they weren’t flowers at all, but prayers that had been artfully tied to the otherwise barren branches. I never forgot the perfect […]

View post →

Americana

Another drawing from my visit to Disney World, of American folk singers performing standards in the lobby of the American pavillion. I am an immigrant to this country, so this kind of stuff makes me a little emotional, and the music was also quite beautiful…

View post →

Music

This is a quick drawing I did at the Robyne show last saturday at Radio City Music Hall – I will post a review and more drawings and shots of it soon on my music blog, musikati. This was the opening act, a single guy with a keyboard (and at times guitar) performing his strange […]

View post →

… ping!!

When recently attending  a classical concert I was quite amused by the triangle player, who every twenty minutes or so leaped to his feet to add his anti-climactic twinkle to the music. It reminded me of a song by Austrian satirist Georg Kreisler, in which a highly accomplished musician bitterly contemplates his instrument (which “can’t even […]

View post →