Sunday, June 20, 2010

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

New Drawings





V & Feather asleep--above & below



V asleep:

Feather:



Dennis:


Chip:

Friday, May 21, 2010

Monday, May 10, 2010

Sun & Wind: glittering


Pouring through my pores, drenching the retinal skin with the nameless essences we try to name as colors....



Sunday, May 2, 2010

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Monday, April 26, 2010

Portrait of W

Drawings

My friend's Great Dane puppy...



My Dad reading...

Monday, April 19, 2010

Wolff in Brooklyn

Spring Upstate

The Rail Trail's path saunters out over the river and then abruptly halts and morphs back into its old trestle self and tip-toes across empty space, merging with rocks and green.

In the garden the daffodils dance and the hyacinths curl their curls, dense with perfume. Everywhere the new green aches to become sky.



Monday, April 12, 2010

Delany & Wolff



Me and Chip Delany at the Kitchen

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

good weather

The daze of spring: the blue bells blue and the lemony dance of the daffodils. Down the streets of NYC the trees bloom in a silent applause of kisses.
The body walks this way and then that trying to find the path that mimics the eyes delight. The sunlight pours everywhere in a generous deluge.
We wake up, ready or not, our reserve unreserved, our heart windows open, and the mind running away from us down the stairs and out the door...

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Monday, March 22, 2010

Portrait of my Dad & Spring


So this one wasn't so easy. I've only done a few sketches and a watercolor of him before. Of my Mom I only did a drawing of her while she was very sick with lung cancer in the hospital. I'm off into the land of faces again.
I get on the subway and paint strangers. I walk through Central Park and imbibe bodies.
Spring is pressed into the buds on trees; squeezing, willing, wishing its way into space. There was a man running around the reservoir. He was a big, muscular guy bounding along the graveled trail, his essence swirling behind him and gathering bits of verbal accolades in response. He made me think of the mythical hart leaping away from his hunters.