Archive for 2018

Hill Center Exhibition

Saturday, June 23rd, 2018

My gun control comic, “Thoughts and Prayers,” has been accepted into the Hill Center Galleries annual regional exhibition. I don’t know how THAT’s going to look hanging among the paintings and sculpture. But I’m glad it’s there. The opening reception is Wednesday, June 27th, 6:30 to 8:30pm. Come one, come all!

If you can’t make the reception, and do not already know the Hill Center on Capitol Hill, located in the renovated Old Naval Hospital, you ought to check out its wonderful series of events and activities.

 

Tasks. And Flowers.

Sunday, May 13th, 2018

May sketchbook page.

The Panties, the Partner, and the Profit

Wednesday, May 9th, 2018

Sketches from a reading of David Ives’ play, The Panties, the Partner, and the Profit: Scenes from the Heroic Life of the Middle Class, at the Lansburgh.  It’s another of Ives’ clever and amusing “translaptations,” and I look forward to seeing the full stage production during Michael Kahn’s last season.

 

New Castle Adventure

Saturday, May 5th, 2018

A weekend with my delightful daughter in the charming town of New Castle, Delaware, which neither of us had before visited, and in which we landed by sheer chance during the May Flower Market (proceeds benefit the town’s public parks and gardens).

Katie

Sounds of Spring: Carolina Wren

Saturday, April 14th, 2018

Easter/April

Sunday, April 1st, 2018

Pretty sure God has a sense of humor.

Pauline

Giampaolo

 

Please, Can We Play Games?

Tuesday, March 27th, 2018

Here, a recently completed graphic design project for the Waldorf Early Childhood Association of North America: Please, Can We Play Games? by Ruth Ker. The book offers the author’s forty years of creating, collecting, and playing traditional and original verses, songs, and games for early childhood circle time or home play. You can learn more on the WECAN website.

Maura

Greeting to Spring (Not Without Trepidation)

Tuesday, March 20th, 2018

Well, it’s sleeting, and snow is on the way. But it IS the first day of spring. So, a poem by Robert Lax, and a painting.

Over the back of the Florida basker,
over the froth of the Firth of Forth,
Up from Tahiti and Madagascar,
Lo, the sun walks north.

The first bright day makes sing the slackers
While leaves explode like firecrackers,
The duck flies forth to greet the spring
And sweetly municipal pigeons sing.

Where the duck quacks, where the bird sings,
We will speak of past things.

Come out with your marbles, come out with your Croup,
The grass is as green as a Girl Scout troop;
In the Mall the stone acoustics stand
Like a listening ear for the Goldman band.

At an outside table, where the sun’s bright glare is,
We will speak of darkened Paris.

Meanwhile, like attendants who hasten the hoofs
Of the ponies who trot in the shadow of roofs,
The sun, in his running, will hasten the plan
Of plants and fishes, beast and man.

We’ll turn our eyes to the sogging ground
And guess if the earth is cracked or round.

Over the plans of the parties at strife,
Over the planes in the waiting north,
Over the average man and his wife,
Lo, the sun walks forth!

—Robert Lax

Lynn & Donald 1976

Thoughts and Prayers

Saturday, March 10th, 2018

Click twice for the large size.

Meadow

In Like a Lion

Thursday, March 1st, 2018

Wishing you warmth and a bouquet of late winter flowers, wherever you are.

Polly