The blossoms were only half there and so is this video. My first impression done fresh after the fact and some wine and waiting till tuesday when the blossoms will really be out and the Botanical Gardens free. Come join me and we’ll finish the film.

The pages of moby are falling wet in the studio like the little white petals are falling on the black street outside. Petals and pages become one and I call them Pagels in the Rain and flowers and mad drawing of whales and zeppelins. Fortunately I have some mp3s of Bob Dylan’s satellite radio show (whith all it’s themes, dreams and schemes) to keep me company into the wee small hours of the morning. I will be taking a break to see the cherry blossoms at Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. I suggest you do the same.

The other day I did a vlog muttering to myself about architecture. I think I said Finial (the ornament atop a peaked roof) for Cornice (the ornament on top of a flat roof)… so in the interest of errata… Here’s a cornince from Park Slope and a cornice/finial with Buddhist Libierty motiff from Greenpoint.

a drawing on a chase manhattan deposit slip… as good as cash, right? And another cigar box painting in progress.

A baby Minkie whale swam into the Gowanus Canal. Like Ahab, I tried to find her, but found instead a beautifully battered landscape; populated by people doing interesting jobs. I’m working on a painting to go with the vid…. check back later.

addenda: In a sad note, the news reports that the little whale beached itself and died lastnight. Somehow in trying to move it, the whale sank to the bottom of the shipping channel. Having no luck seeing it, I’d convinced myself it had escaped harm, rather it had escaped this mortal coil…. like moby mouse.

Temple Hall is the name of a cigar that once lived in the wonderful cedar smelling box on which I painted This abstraction. I named it “Temple Hall”. Below that is some Coltrane I found on Youtube and below that is another cigar box (that was Place de La Concordesky)… presently called Mud Luscious in honor of how I feel with all the rain and of course e.e. cummings.

“Why?” the dog says. “Why?”
and I say, “Its the weather.”