Railside House

Pen and ink drawing of an old brick house facing the railroad tracks, standing as a reminder of times gone by. The orientation alone speaks to a different time, with different priorities.

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Windows to the Sacred

As I was collecting images and scans of sketches recently, it was apparent that I have a fascination with church windows, specifically those which in any way resemble gothic windows. It has become sort of an obsession, not that this is a new revelation, I am simply offering evidence to that fact from my sketchbooks. One more way in which the sketchbook is a window to the soul.

New beginnings

I picked up a paintbrush for the first time in about a year, and this is the product. It is small, and a little rough, but it is a good start. Like many things, it may never be finished. The important thing is that I started it. That’s why they call the end of college commencement, not completion, it is just the beginning of a new chapter…

Iron Wrought

Iron Wrought, the blacksmith furnished

Hammer blows formed soft iron bars

A twist of tongs

A curl is formed

The smith’s sweat sizzles on the hot metal as he labors over the forge. His hands cramp and his arms grow weary, bit still he hammers down. Blow after blow he dispenses

spreading

Squaring

Tapering

Squaring

Curling

Squaring

Swaging

Squaring

Welding

Squaring

Untill finally his piece is finished, and into the brine it is thrust, singing, sizzling and steaming as it becomes entrapped in it’s final form. The iron hardens, and becomes a solid mass.

This iron now stands, enameled in years of paint, entrenched on the borders on an estate. Constantly guarding, in solidarity, the lavish wealth beyond it’s ornamented bars.

Somehow, the spirit of the smith is guarding too, his watchful gaze and careful eye meticulously observing every event that transpires beyond the border he described so many years ago. The salt of his sweat and the iron in his veins made him one with the border he had so carefully designed. I wonder if he is watching still as I carefully examine the seams and joints, tenons and rivets which bind together, to this day, the bars standing before me.

Elegant symmetry

I recently had the privilege of studying some of Andrea Palladio’s seminal work in Vicenza. The father of the neoclassical style, Palladio mastered the art of symmetry and classical orders, simple proportions, and elegant design that was functional and very pleasing to the eye.