How Did I Get Here

Honestly not sure how I ended up here today. Dredging of a canal, literally and figuratively. The end of July, July will always be France, though there are much cooler times to visit, maybe April. The piles stack up, but lately I find them needing more attention. Let’s see where this ride takes me.—Dominick

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L’Hiver

I pulled a little sketchbook out today and saw how much time had passed. The notes and thoughts in this book are timeless, but I know exactly when and where I was when I made them. The old saying, the more you learn the less you know has never proven more true as I read […]

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Sorrow

As I watched the horror unfold yesterday, each second smoke poured from the roof of the cathedral I worried about the loss of even the tiniest piece of history. As the fire raged on I feared the worst like so many others. It wasn’t sinking in just yet. It couldn’t be as bad as it […]

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Memories

Looking back on this year and looking through some old work, I found this drawing I made in Paris in 2006 on the Champs Élysées. This was during the Tour de France, I believe, and the famous avenue was as crowded as I’ve ever seen it. Old drawings are memories. I look forward to finding […]

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Bird brain

baby bird/michele bedigian

One day a few years back I was in Paris with my partners in the studio drawing in the Tuileries Garden (a public garden located between the Louvre Museum and the Place de la Concorde) when this little sparrow curious beyond fear practically hopped onto my board. He spent a good 20 minutes inspecting what I was […]

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