featured articles
Daily Drawing Challenge...
I’ve been keeping up a pretty good schedule of an almost daily doodle or...
Hand Lettering BKLYN Da...
More fun in the world of hand lettering. I wanted to get a flowing ribbon...
A New view of BKLYN ...
Something about this makes me feel like satellite dishes and radio towers and...
Energy arises – d...
So as I started this one at 7am on Sunday, it was like an old vine arising...
popular articles
random articles

One Hundred Heroes –...

Last Friday, friend Tonya came up with an idea to reinvigorate our creative processes.  We’re both creative souls and require daily nurturing, input and output.  The idea was to work on 3 small areas of creativity because, as we discovered together, that the creative flow that comes about from actually doing the work is totally transferrable.  In other words, if you are stuck as a musician, then...

Stopping Time; Thoughts Ab...

My head is high above the clouds. The air is cooler up here and there is a gentle breeze from my right. I can see down into the darkness the long string that is tethering me to my body. It goes down, down, down until it disappears into the dusky depths. Somewhere down below is my body seated in lotus pose. Or at least it’s trying to stay in that pose. It seems that lately it’s been easier. The...

Fan Tong! Rice Bucket

by Andrew Ingkavet I eat rice every week. It used to be every day. My digestive system seems to just work better with rice. I like all kinds of rice, from wild rice to long grain white and brown to sushi short grain from Japan, to red rice from Northern Thailand to yellow Dominican to soy-sauce and cilantro infused fried rice of Singapore… But most days, Thai  jasmine is my favorite. Every Asian...

In Steve We Trust

Steve Jobs.  Part of a daily series of drawings of my hundred heroes. Share this:ShareFacebookLinkedInPinterestTwitterEmailStumbleUponGoogleRedditTumblrPrintPocketLike this:Like...

Hitch

Today is day 3 in my new series of daily drawings for sanity.  I’m drawing portraits of some of my heroes from all walks of life. Enjoy! Share this:ShareFacebookLinkedInPinterestTwitterEmailStumbleUponGoogleRedditTumblrPrintPocketLike this:Like...

Visual Illiteracy, a short...

“There’s something strange about visual literacy. It seems you either have it or you don’t.” Jack was musing again, speaking with that far away look in his eyes, a half-full martini in his hand. “Is it cultural? I mean is it part of a social DNA that gets passed on from generation to generation building up in the collective unconsciousness? Take the Chinese. They’re one...

The Louder The Lower

“The louder the people, the lower the intelligence.” Frank said it flatly. “If you look around the ghetto, what do you hear?” We stopped and took in the scene around us. Sirens howling in the distance, rap music blaring out of car windows, children screaming in the park across the street. The sound of the Mister Softee jingle was playing somewhere a few blocks away. There were...

« Older Entries

%d bloggers like this: