Joseph Cornell (1903–1972)
Cornell worked nights at the kitchen table, sorting and assembling materials for his boxes. It was not easy going. Some nights he felt too fatigued from his day job to concentrate on his art and would sit up reading instead, switching on the oven for warmth. In the mornings, his quarrelsome mother would scold him about the mess he’d left at the kitchen table; without a proper workroom, Cornell was forced to store his growing collection of magazine clippings and dime-store baubles out in the garage.
In 1940 Cornell finally mustered the courage to quit his job and pursue his art full-time—and even then his habits changed little. He still worked nights at the kitchen table, while his mother and brother slept upstairs. In the late morning he would head downtown for breakfast at his local Bickford’s restaurant, often satisfying his sweet tooth with a Danish or a slice of pie (and lovingly cataloging these indulgences in his diary).
- From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey
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Heard about a supposed art fight, got no idea what that is but I brung my sword to the fight..
Also I took advantage of this to try and study the style of @Dominik Mayer, @Artem Chebokha and @Andrew Maleski (once more)
The Color flow of Lightness and Darkness. From Bright Yellow to Midnight Blue. Take a ride into the Dark forest and spot the light. Admiring the beauty in deep forest.
Another piece from my vernal pools/treescapes studies I have been working on in correlation to my interest in local creature found in our woodlands.
I adopted the use of a circle one night, wanting to frame out an idea/sketch and a wine glass happened to be close by. Since then I have used it often, loving the circle aspect.
Berlin Breitscheidplatz this August, late evening. people strolling in spirit of leisure and liberty. Since Mondays brutal assault we wont pass by carefree any more - we will remember the victims but keep liberal people, that stroll through warm nights.
Samuel Beckett (1906–1989)
On a late-night walk near Dublin harbor, Beckett found himself standing on the end of a pier in the midst of a winter storm. Amid the howling wind and churning water, he suddenly realized that the “dark he had struggled to keep under” in his life—and in his writing, which had until then failed to find an audience or meet his own aspirations—should, in fact, be the source of his creative inspiration.
“I shall always be depressed,” Beckett concluded, “but what comforts me is the realization that I can now accept this dark side as the commanding side of my personality. In accepting it, I will make it work for me.”
- From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey
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UFO: A LOVE STORY from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory.
"One night the two are parked down by the lake, when something comes floating in over the water. The something is round, pulsing, and bright. It hovers right over their car."
https://www.instagram.com/p/CgjsLi4Ou7u/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
I like to take my iPad out and experiment with no clear aim sometimes. Tonight's doodles led me to this glowing alien catlike creature. Used jingsketch's round render for most of it. If you think this is weird you should have seen the hippo. Enjoy!
Sticky-note doodle warm-up ft: Wolf-knight, spirit pig, egg you just upset, quiet moon boy, turtle dragon, t-rex with laser cannons, a lighthouse, and friends
In folklore, a will-o'-the-wisp, will-o'-wisp or ignis fatuus, is an atmospheric ghost light seen by travelers at night, especially over bogs, swamps or marshes. --Wikipedia
11” x 17” Original ink and watercolor painting on Arches 140# hotpress watercolor paper.
Signed by the artist. Unframed.
Say hi to Darling Knight, business major and murder club member. Other than making Remy Thompson uncomfortable, his favorite passed times include hanging out with his many friends, socializing at clubs, and eating omelets with his favorite informant.
THE BOOK from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory.
"THE WOMAN RETURNS FROM THE STORE WITH AN armload of books. She reads them quickly, one by one, over the course of the next few weeks. But when she opens the last one, the woman frowns in surprise. All the pages in the book are blank. Every single one. The woman takes the book back to the store, but the manager won’t let her return it. Right there on the cover, the manager says, This book has no words and is non-returnable."
https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf61DnhO1NL/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
NIghtly BIC ballpoint pen doodles while watching the news. These are drawn on light weight construction paper. The reference drawings are from the book Humans of NY.
