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Anatomy

These drawings were made over the past 6 months. Some are notes made from a lecture series given by Robert Beverly Hale. Others are copied from plates by the German, Dr. Richer.

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Garrison Art Center

Of late, I have been attending a figure drawing class at the Art Students League in midtown Manhattan. It has been great to work from the figure on a daily basis. After class I usually enjoy a cappuccino at Cafe Europa, corner of 57th and 7th, then walk through the Artisan’s Gate of Central Park and north the 30 odd blocks to the Metropolitan Museum. At the Met I have been drawing from their seemingly endless collection of masterworks.

However before enrolling at the League, I was attending life drawing sessions at the Garrison Art Center. These are a few of the drawings made then.

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Wall Street

Men working on Wall Street
Men working on Wall Street
Outside of the New York Stock Exchange
Outside of the New York Stock Exchange
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North Hampton, Mass.

Caity Johnson, dancer, choreographer, women with a lot of attitude
Caity Johnson, dancer, choreographer
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Cold Spring, NY

My mother with one of her rabbits
My mother holding one of her angora rabbits
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D.H. Lawrence

Song of a Man Who Has Come Through

by D.H. Lawrence

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.

What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.

No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them