Ola le net
Comme promis, cher lecteurs dévoués voici les dessins que j’ai réalisé pendant mes pauses ou pendant mes soirées. J’ai vraiment laissé libre cours à mon imagination.
J’ai réalisé une grande partie de mes dessins au crayon de bois sauf les 3 derniers (j’avais réussi à retrouver mon aquarelle :p)
Pour ce dessin je rêvais de prendre un bon bain.
Pour ces dessins, mon esprit a vagabondé.
J’ai retrouvé mon aquarelle !!!
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Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters;
The boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers,
Yet, waiting hatless, at the lonely harbour,
head bent down, a solitary smoker,
leans ‘gainst the mossy ladder –
coat revealing a silver dagger…
Breaking into a sweat despite the shiver,
The boatman reluctantly takes him in and stammers,
“And where would you like to go to, sir?”
A faraway look and a frown between his brows gather,
as the traveller, his eerie, incoherent reply utters…
“Take me to him, I seek no other,
take me to the one – the one who murdered…
left me to die, in these cold dark waters…
I come to settle old scores, with his dagger…”
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg
With a generator powering the house, my family reluctantly went through belongings at my sister’s home. While going through her bedroom, deciding what clothes to keep and what to donate, I discovered a journal containing my sister’s own words about her time as a prison guard. At the age of twenty-one my sister, Jami, went off to the California Correctional Academy with dreams of having a lifelong career. After completing and graduating from the academy at the top of her class, she received a job at Corcoran State Prison.
When it opened in February 1988, Corcoran State Prison was only the nineteenth prison established by the state of California since 1852. The opening of Corcoran, however, came at the beginning of an unprecedented prison build-up: California has built twenty-three new prisons between the years of 1984 and 2007. With more than double the amount of prisons, one would expect…
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We sat in the car, a full country’s length away from our normal. Years of marital problems had come to a head in the preceding weeks and, after an agreement to work on these problems and an understanding that they weren’t going to be solved overnight, nearly tangible tentativeness and awkwardness hung in the air between us. We had made it to the outskirts of Boston, my childhood home, for Christmas. As my husband drove us towards my parents’ house, I pointed out landmarks to lighten the mood.
“That’s Grant Circle… who knew that would become my name?”
“That’s the pier my Dad and I have kayaked off of.”
“That’s the bowling alley we rented for a birthday party, but it got snowed out.”
Dan jumped on that landmark.
“I didn’t know that,” he said. We’d talked about it before, so he knew birthdays were hard for me. Sweetly, he…
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Walk into the blues…
Curb Your Ego
Artist: Adam Kiyoshi Fujita (Adamfu)
Artist: Madvaillan (spelt correctly) from Hillside, Queens
Artist unknown. OCTOPUS.
Artist: Ben Angotti
“There’s a safety in thinking in a diner. You can have your coffee or your milk shake, and you can go off into strange dark areas, and always come back to the safety of the diner.”
― David Lynch
View from Williamsburg
Artist: Bisser Bisser
We all have to at some point…
“Creation” by James Bullough
Bee by JODO
On the left: Jorit Agoch. On the right: Carl Joseph Gabriel.
Collaboration between HowNosm and Tristan Eaton.
Artist: ZED1 (Marco ZedOne) from Italy.
Williamsburg, Brooklyn 11feb18