From today.

I drew for a long time today and made all of the above drawings. I will take individual pictures and post them here tomorrow.

Part of a part of a part of a part. ('malicious belittling')

(minutes in a day).

tate.org.uk/britain/exhibitions/stubbs/images/works/horseattackedbylion.jpg

curiousexpeditions.org/Horse_musculature_Carlo_Ruini_c_1598.jpg

michigancougar.com/BB/Leftside.jpg

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:GENTILESCHI_Judith.jpg

deboekenbeurs.com/images/18750.jpg

kcfac.kilgore.cc.tx.us/artpage/art/Cassatt.jpg

beastly_life.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/10/10/alice_skeleton021_2.jpg

tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/drawings/images/frankenthaler_01.jpg

abbeville.com/images-catalog/full-size/0789204118.interior03.jpg

upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/03/Celestial_Map_of_the_Northern_Sky_1515_MET_NYC.jpg

hsci.cas.ou.edu/images/jpg-100dpi-10in/19thCentury/Aspin/1825/Aspin-1825-Pisces.jpg

hegel-system.de/de/gif/giotto.jpg

nero.noblogs.org/gallery/3/urania01.JPG

dfpitalia.it/fotogallery/tsunami/pesci/Image3.jpg

out and back again.

Dear Jessieh: Living with MPD is awful. How are you?

the start of a drawing on a t-shirt
sketchbook pages

heads and parts.

"roaring down the stormtracks of the Milky Way"

Halley's Comet

by Stanley Kunitz

Miss Murphy in first grade
wrote its name in chalk
across the board and told us
it was roaring down the stormtracks
of the Milky Way at frightful speed
and if it wandered off its course
and smashed into the earth
there'd be no school tomorrow.
A red-bearded preacher from the hills
with a wild look in his eyes
stood in the public square
at the playground's edge
proclaiming he was sent by God
to save every one of us,
even the little children.
"Repent, ye sinners!" he shouted,
waving his hand-lettered sign.
At supper I felt sad to think
that it was probably
the last meal I'd share
with my mother and my sisters;
but I felt excited too
and scarcely touched my plate.
So mother scolded me
and sent me early to my room.
The whole family's asleep
except for me. They never heard me steal
into the stairwell hall and climb
the ladder to the fresh night air.

Look for me, Father, on the roof
of the red brick building
at the foot of Green Street—
that's where we live, you know, on the top floor.
I'm the boy in the white flannel gown
sprawled on this coarse gravel bed
searching the starry sky,
waiting for the world to end.

And I swore I was not going to draw on these pants.

From today (work in progress).

Click HERE to see this with an earlier photograph of it.

Drawing on clothes. (From today.)

"work" (drawing 1, in progress)

Here is another update of my progress on this drawing. Click HERE if you would like to see this with all of the previous stages.

The little biscuit cow.

I need to charge my camera and then I will post a photo of a new drawing tomorrow.
Until then.... Here is a picture of Apple destroying a pine cone. :-)

Mia zia. (My aunt.)

Yesterday I got an email from my sister letting me know that my aunt had died on Tuesday. I spoke to my aunt last just a couple of weeks ago when I got a message from my sister letting me know she was not doing well and the doctor had said she had just 3 or 4 months to live.
I feel really bad about it and I just read her obituary online and cried again. Stefano has been extremely nice (as he always is) since he has lost too many people he loves too and knows how awful it is.
The last time I talked with my aunt she was doing "ok" and said she was not having much pain. My sister said my mom and one of her two sons were there when she died, so it made me feel a little better knowing that.
The last time we spoke my aunt said she was really proud of me and excited about me being here in Italy, being with the man I love, making my art, learning Italian and going to Venice in January to be an artist in residence.
I cried a lot last night and stayed in bed half the day today with Lloyd and Winston and cried some more. I finally started working on my Italian this afternoon and eventually got out of bed thinking my aunt would definitely want me to keep going, keep working on learning Italian and enjoy every minute of my life.
It is hard and sad and it also brings up a bunch of hard feelings towards my mom who I am too furious with to even call. But since there is nothing else to do but go on, I am going to do what I always try to do which is keep going on and try to hold every day this huge mix of sadness and joy that is life.
I keep hearing the last words my aunt said before we hung up the telephone for the last time. It was the same thing she always said to me: "I love you darlin'."
As Stefano said last night; I hope she is in some better place now.

Me e il ragazzo. (Me and the boys.)

drawing I made today.

hard day's night.

Lingue.

Pregnancies of mind.

I am drawing a lot, trying to learn Italian and also trying to learn how to cook. Stefano has a strong stomach though so we should be fine. ;-)

Beginning.

The above is a detail from another drawing I just started. Yesterday Stefano and I moved to a different apartment so we have been busy. Lloyd and Winston are fine but very annoyed with us.