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so i finally broke down and had to purchase a few calligraphy pens for my continuing flourish research and out of pages and pages of wordplay accentuated with wild unabashed flourishes, these are the only things that i was actually proud of … it seems to be all about getting the feel of the pen and then the movement of it all… much work to be done and excited to eventually graduate to the Pilot Parallel Pens my expert calligrapher aunt recommended… stay tuned!

along with making constant collages, i have been a bit obsessed with studying various types of calligraphic flourishes… without the proper pen to make some of the magic happen and zero training my effots are slightly clumsy but somehow i plan on perfecting some more precise flourish action. the last image is my initials in the style of Marco Antonio Rossi who was an Italian calligrapher who lived at the end of the 16th century.

when working out my latest mini-collages in the sketchbook, lacing men’s fashion silhouettes with flowers, grass, and whatnot, they seemed to be asking for something more and what could complete them better that some extravagant flourish action…

last sunday seeking sanctuary i ducked out of the cold and into one of my fave indoor environments, the US Botanic Garden with its simply serene Garden Court, two long narrow fountains with multi-hued blue tiles that bring the water to life and brilliantly set off the potted orchids, azaleas, and hibiscus that line the sides… all of the exhibits are amazing and the Jungle section is wonderfully lush, but it has always been the Garden Court that captured my heart…

orchids strike out in all matter of direction against glass walls of botanical garden
a zoom lens seems to have disturbed them, distorting an orderly spatial relation

here they are captured frozen against a a fuzzed-out background of countless color pixel
one can almost make out the green abstract cat shadow reaching for the topmost red orchid
and a smattering of yellow-white light diamonds dissolves behind the spray of yellow flowers

one could hardly call these diffuse elusive flower backdrops simply ‘negative space’

spent a magical sunset in potomac park on the waterfront with my sister and her new camera.  it was quite cold as the sun slipped below the horizon and we had to fend off former-addict christian convert dude, but we caught some amazing shots and had a blast… check out my sister Stacey’s website, she a budding photographer and journalist with an interest in all things nature-related…

stay tuned for shots of my newest work which was created for this year’s christmas presents…

can’t take credit for any of the photos but only the collage conglomerations

green-white ghosts rising from arched stem necks unfurled & curled around us, spilling and swooning across rippled wet leaves, but just as soon they were gone again, vaporized into clouds of fountain-spray…