Tag Archives: Queens NY

This is not my Photograph

Fabulous Photo

I found this on Google Earth, and it’s credited to Jan Prosek.  I’ve been trying to seek out a website or a link to his work, to give him proper credit. It’s fantastic.  I have artist envy.

I also wish I could find a way to paste the image in, rather just link it.

In other news, my wrist has gotten to the point where I can very gently do some artwork. I’m still too fragile to do large projects, so I’m working on Christmas cards.  Yes, I know it’s February, but I want to have an inventory by October.  I plan on doing a show then, and yes, they’re something that actually sells,.

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Like this one.

While I’ve had this right-handless problem, I’ve been going over the past, drawings I did of NYC.

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Going back to the glamorous days of working in the gift shop of the Metropolitan Museum of  Art.  Lots of great perks, but I really, I mean really hated the job.

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Speaking of both the Met and Christmas cards, this is the card I did of the Angel Tree.

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For day jobs, I worked twice in Grand Central Terminal.  One of them was in the Market, at a little shop called Adriana’s Caravan.  It was the most interesting jobs I ever held.  Totally loved it, part of a great team. The store had a good following, too.

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Visiting gorgeous lofts.  This one  was in Tribeca.

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And having a skyline view to sketch from my studio window.

Yes, sometimes I miss New York.  Our first night when we moved into Manhattan, we said “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore”.  It was an exciting time,  but all the excitement wasn’t good. I was there for 9/11,for instance. Also  trying to navigate the crowds on 5th Avenue on Black Friday put an anxious lump in my throat.  Not to mention the subways……………..

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So, I guess I’m back in Kansas, or Connecticut as it is.  There’s no place like home,

 

 

 

 

A Stroll in the Old Neighborhood…

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Here I am, being nostalgic again. As we were packing the car with a load of *stuff* to take to the new place, I saw my landlord’s chair, against the stone wall. He’s had it there all the years we lived there, probably many years before, and now….

It got me thinking of how the neighborhood had been good subject matter for my artwork. I didn’t have to go too far for inspiration.

So, for those of you who haven’t seen them, a parting glance of a little street, in a very big city:

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A Day in the Life, and a Work in Progress

Damn!  This is the first day off from work I’ve had in seven days.  I had forgotten how precious free time is when you work full time.

Most important thing done today, laundry.  Honestly, I couldn’t have gone any longer without washing clothes, unless I turned them inside out and wore them that way.  As it was, I was thanking God, Jesus, Buddha, whoever and whatever that the dress code for my job is all black, and that I have to wear a large apron which covers the shiny coffee spill spots.  So, done.  In the song, “Sunday Morning Coming Down”, Kris Kristoferson sang about “putting on my cleanest dirty shirt.  So it has been.  So, now I don’t have to worry about it for how many months?

But the good part of the day is I got to work on this drawing.  Here’s a work in progress shot.  Since I really want to highlight the center of the porch, I may not go much further with this.

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Also, I don’t like ‘Fourth of July’ as a title.  So, I’m open to suggestions for a better name….

Perspective is a Bitch!

I always thought by the time I got to this stage of my life as an artist, perspective would be a breeze……yeah, right.  The photo wasn’t clear, and it never occurs to me to actually LOOK at the porch across the street to see how the lines go to the vanishing point.  So, my absence has been due to my struggling with this:

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Once an art teacher challenged me to draw the perspective on a spiral staircase.  Masochist that I was at 16, I actually tried.

 

So,  I keep saying I want to do artwork that heals and relieves suffering.  By the time I get done with this, I’ll be in need of some real healing myself!

Scraggly Weed Finish…I think

Not sure if I like this….It came out kind of spooky looking. It may end up in the flat file, never again to see the light of day. But, for what it’s worth….here’s the finish of Scraggly Weed.

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In my diversified Queens neighborhood, action is being taken to remove the real life, scraggly weed. The Turkish man, whose garden is graced by this plant, stopped his car and started pantomiming to my landlord…..a lawn cutter, and trimming shears.

Then, my landlord went across the street to talk to our Irish neighbor. My landlord, like the Italian stereotype, talks with his hands. Not just his hands, his whole body. I could see in his moves, him describing the huge weed. If there was music, it could have been a ballet. The Irish neighbor, who has gardening tools, seemed unmoved.

But for those who haven’t visited Queens (there’s really not much reason to) here’s what our neighborhood looks like. It’s pretty typical.

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The Brothers

Just a quick note before I tell you about the brothers. Scraggly Weed is coming along much better, and actually looks a big scraggly. Here’s the WIP shot:

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Okay, the brothers. Up the street from us, is a pair of elderly brothers, sharing a house. One of them is very irritable, so I won’t go into much about him. I don’t see him, much anyway.

However, the other brother is very kind. He has a reputation for feeding the feral cats in the neighborhood, and the kitties all cluster around his house. You already know what a sucker I am for cats. So, this man is dear to my heart.

One cat that they especially take care of is Peewee, a very small, mostly blind cat. Peewee would sit on their stairs, and my boyfriend became very fond of him. As a result, we got to know the brothers a bit better.

The brothers don’t have much money, and their both disabled. For a long time we didn’t see the cats, and wondered what was going on. Finally we saw a man from the food bank delivering food. Richard went in, and was reassured by the nice brother that Peewee is fine, and is just being taken care of by someone else. Right now, I don’t think the brother is physically able to handle cats.

Their house is in very bad shape. One thing that is missing, is a plate with the street number on it. There is a handwritten paper with the number: 50-15. I decided that I would make them a little nicer one. I’ve had a lot of experience making signs. Back before computers did everything, I was always making signs at various jobs. So, soon I will deliver: 50-15
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