• Dominick

Shut Down

Each night when we left, we would close down the shop—shut off the press, turn out the lights—and then lock up. It has been several years since I last went through the motions but today starts an entirely new chapter. To say the least I am shut down.—Dominick

Long Days

Memories are flashing before my eyes constantly.—Dominick

Spread Out Along The Hudson

A bit happening this weekend. The above piece and last weeks Pressman are both showing in the Little Black Book exhibit at Mills Pond Gallery in Saint James, NY, thank you to Carol Fabricatore for including and also to Jenny Nelson for selecting Golden Storm in the Fresh Air exhibit also opening this weekend. And […]

Pressman

I say this with all sincerity, the Spring knocked me for a loop. Two years into a pandemic and the world was trying to pretend it was April 2020 and nothing had happened. Except everything has changed. We’ll make right with it all, but to pretend like it is business as usual is just plain […]

A Day’s Works

The streets in town still look brand new and somehow the days seem cooler now than 2 months ago. When I pass one of the crew they ask, “what are you drawing today?” as I drive by with the window open.—Dominick

Not Gonna Stay

During one of the first conversations I had this morning a friend mentioned the lilacs disappearing for the season. For some reason my yard is always behind the rest of town, but when I went outside what was there just two days ago was now shriveled and nearly gone. A reminder to always savor the […]

Before The Dogwood Disappears

If we keep our eyes open, life is constantly revealing something we have either overlooked or have not had the chance to see before. Years ago, after seeing several in the area, we planted a dogwood tree inside our fence. Spring colors come and go too quickly for my taste but that just makes them […]

In Technicolor

One day that reference will have absolutely no meaning to anyone. I stood alongside the millers for most of the day last week. Breathing in particles no person should ever inhale, I felt the layers of blacktop cover me and my pads. —Dominick

Getting My Steps In

Yesterday morning started out with a nice brisk walk to the end of Main Street. As I walked back and forth with each pass the milling operator yelled down, “You’re getting your steps in today!”—Dominick

Accidental Syncronicity

I took the scanner defaulting to a bitmap setting as a sign that I need to think of things differently.—Dominick

Earth Day Approaching

Had a chance to work on two earth day timed projects last week. Honored to be a part of my local composting drive. The turn around was quick and simple. I came on to add a few illustration elements to a great project. —Dominick

The Trees Are Filling

Every morning I see a few more in the trees. Not quite Spring like activity but certainly plenty of fly bye to see how the neighborhood is doing. Soon the nests will be opened up for the summer and all will be bounding with activity.—Dominick

Awaiting Time

As I mentioned in February, I sketched this bird in the side of a notebook either last spring or possibly even in 2020. Prior to then I never remember seeing one of these bird in my life. For two years I have been amazed that I could possibly have missed such a distinct creature […]

Day In and Day Out

It’s been a long, long day and they are only getting longer. Such is spring. Such is work. Reminders of what has been and acknowledging what will come next. A change of seasons. A change of pace. —Dominick

My Heart Breaks

With each passing day and each new image sent from the site of the atrocities it is hard to image it could get worse, but it does daily. —Dominick

Speechless

What looked hopeless when it started has been inspiring. The world needs to support Ukraine on every front. This is how democracy is defended.—Dominick

Unthinkable

I guess that is the ignorance of youth, even though I am no longer young. This seems unfathomable. Like we are living in a movie. My heart breaks for each and every citizen of the Ukraine.—Dominick

2.22.22

For Mark.—Dominick

Winter Friends

Seemed appropriate for a Valentine’s week post to highlight one of the few who sticks around all winter year in and year out. Growing up I never saw so many. I will never grow tired of their gracing our front tree and sitting in safety from us as we sit inside quietly admiring them.—Dominick

Allow Me To Introduce

As the robins caused a flurry this past weekend under the holly tree and led to discussions of migration and who should be here this time of year and who should not, I wondered what one of my new backyard friends does for the winter. I had either never seen or never paid much attention […]