Citysketch: A saxophone in the park

I bought a sketchbook on my way to work yesterday and needed to break it in with a quick sketch. At lunch I went to Central Park and came across this man playing saxophone. It finally feels like winter has retreated and left behind hopes for better days ahead. The melody is All The Way, writtenContinue reading “Citysketch: A saxophone in the park”

Specificity

It was the specificity of the dream that disturbed me most. Dreams, after all, are supposed to be wispy things, easily attributed to vague impressions and hungers of one sort or another. This one was different. We were dancing, which was odd, as we were never much for dancing. Maybe the dancing symbolized something else.Continue reading “Specificity”