Falling into color, falling into sky

Upstate New York walking through the woods, the sky greyed with rain and the leaves pumped up in luminous contrast, the cricky-crack curve of naked limbs in black and the chocolate vines everywhere:




...and the sudden view of the Hudson down the long lawn, the streak of yellow leaves like a stroke of sunlight in the shadowless land of overcast October:





And from another day the feathered cloud portrait of Pegasus:

Yellow Dream & Austerlitz

Finished my huge watercolor and finished W. G. Sebald's Austerlitz. The first is my own dream and I can go with the strange of it. The second began as a dreamy, detached, melancholic memory excavation, and then someone slips a knife through the heart of the man and out spills the stars, his unfound life's blood, and the backswept ghosts of the dissapeared. It is profoundly sad & beautiful in a very sudden & silent way.

from the dream vault

Here's what I've been working on while it rains and freezes outside.
...from a dream quite a while back, the image never left...

Books to brain, kiss of rain

As the bitter rain pours all over the east coast I'm reading:
Merlin by Robert Nye
Austerlitz by W. G. Sebald
The Man Who Heard Voices Or, How M. Night Shyamalan Risked His Career on a Fairy Tale
by Michael Bamberger
...thus the world melts down in cold wet stripes, and an interior world is embellished with a heart-on-the-sleeve, crazy movie guy, a pornographic devil making his anti-Christ via ghostly permutations with graphic assistance from Beelzebub and uncle Astarot, and a dreamy, but visceral architectural delving into memory and personality.