• Dominick

Subtle Tones

Reminded of all that is and all that will be, I cheated time last night once again and looked to the past to fill in the missing weeks. How is a memory different from the actual moment. What comes of going inside the head vs living right in front of you? I’ve been too serious […]

Through the Dense and Colorful

Sometimes I can’t help but see the patterns in the trees, like a dance on the horizon. It has been some time since I watched outside a speeding window, catching a moment that may never be again, marking a note to come back to that minute, that second. It may all change in an instant, […]

Soft Ground

Looking back more than ahead, the Fall never seemed so far away as it does right now. There is a lightness to Spring colors that is elusive, Autumn colors on the other hand hang heavy. As the colors recede at mid season, the subtle notes of what is to come pop through the fallen petals […]

Spring Fall

As the petals of the Spring blooms disappeared for yet another season, my mind turned from start to finish and I was reminded of how all the color is packed in such a short times. I will take the monochromatic days ahead and bathe in the sun, knowing the bookends will complete the story.—Dominick

Sweet and Heady

Tomorrow will come with each turn of the clock. The thread to yesteryear will unwind just a little longer and the days will count on a little higher. And I will be beneath the tree, sitting within its shade, soaking up the sun on the horizon and smelling sweet scents of the falling petals.—Dominick

Lilac Wine

Hold the seasons where they are just a little longer. The cool Spring wind will soon give way to the warmth of lightning bugs dancing at the close of each day. Until then I will sit below the lilac tree and let the air fill with its sweet scent and shed a tear when the […]

Holding It Together

The grass is always greener. —Dominick

For the Dogs

Truth be told I am posting this and last weeks drawings late. Why? Because I started the drawings and wasn’t happy with them until this afternoon. Tomorrow based on the time stamp above. Until 2 minutes ago I had not seen that Ronnie posted another beautiful cherry blossom yesterday. Spring seems to be on everyones […]

The Last of the Magnolias

The sight of a magnolia tree in full bloom has always caught my attention from blocks away. On the topic of childhood memories and where our passions stem from, I have always had a strong liking—obsession maybe—for trees. This species however is an oddity to me. I can’t place my first memory of it. I have […]

Yellow, Yellow, Yellow

When I was a kid we had a row of forsythia plants outside our back door that kept us hidden from the rest of the world. They must have been quite old as I distinctly remember the dry branches on the bottom as I would crawl around underneath as if I were in a dense […]

Travels Through Space and Time

I tacked up a drawing a year ago to remind myself of all that I missed last year during the initial stages of this pandemic. A “what Spring means to me” kind of note. As with so much of life that was taken for granted until we had whatever remained in our laps on a […]

Still Waiting

With each sign of Spring there seems to be a not so subtle reminder that the seasons, at least in New York, clash a little before one takes the baton from the other. As I watch the daffodils pop up in front of houses up and down the avenue—mildly obsessed with their strength and form—I […]

Spring Fever

Spring followed me home. In the middle of the yard, while taking a morning walk, I spotted a pair of small purple flowers. As I asked a little closer and bent over to inspect I saw that they were in fact two little crocus. I planted crocus years ago on the opposite side of the […]

The First Sighting

Passing by a little dirt bed along a brick wall I saw the first signs of Spring yesterday. Typically I keep my love for Winter to myself. More than once over the past few months—as the ground was endlessly covered in a blanket of snow—I reminisced with a friend about how this was what it […]

The Last Day

The world will mark dates later this week that hold more weight for the past year, but today is the day I remember. The day I could not spend with the one I love and would rather be with. Who knew what was to come. A year later she sits by my side—my office mate, […]

The Production Schedule

I have been looking over the daily routine and trying to factor in the things that matter the most. Make it practice, make it perfect. I grew up on a printing press—assisting. I watched as the schedule was adjusted daily. Pushing to do better but never getting too far ahead of ourselves. It was the […]

It’s Rubbish!

There is a long running joke in my house, stolen from some YouTube channel I never knew the name of, that requires a bad faux British accent. When I found this drawing, I thought of that and an old story of a young girl in an English pub. Is that your beer love?—Dominick

Character Studies

The early stages of character development from a project several years ago. —Dominick

At My Feet

Seems like these days I have company at my feet. But when the cookies come out I tend to lose her attention.—Dominick

It’s Been A While

Weeks later I still stop at any reference to Amanda Gorman when I come across it. With all the supposed “social” media we have at our finger tips it feels as though we say so much less, more often. Until the morning she took the podium and spoke it had been a while since I […]