First page of my newest pocket molie, done in black ballpoint pen.
I saw this boy on the Subway, on the platform, dancing to his own music. Dark silhouette against the urban landscape. It brought light and wonder into dusk of my own mood. Ink.
Hurricane Sandy dragged seaweed and sand along with water into small streets of South Brooklyn, so it attracted seagulls. Was almost Hitchcock’y to be in the middle, but gave me an inspiration for this drawing. Ink and Kuretake on Bockingford paper.
Pain and grief about 20 innocent children, who lost their lifes in that shooting in Connecticut. Ink and Kuretake.