I like drawing the backs of things, the parts of products that aren’t meant to be seen on a regular basis. I did this drawing a few weeks ago, and now I can’t remember what body part or accessory it actually is!

A “life” drawing.

There is a crabapple tree not too far from the house. Milo likes to walk there and pick the apples. They’re ugly, but they actually taste pretty good.

The garden has been producing some truly deranged and comical carrots this year. Here’s one:

Household garbage from April 15th.

This is a warmup for what I will embark upon next week:

I’m going to shift  my Waste of Time series into high gear and make  small oil paintings of the bags of garbage that my household creates, post the images on this blog and auction the paintings on Ebay. Stay tuned…

A garbage can in the playground on 67th & 1st, near Sloan Kettering. I was sitting on a bench as Milo slept in his stroller and Julie was at the hospital visiting our friend Wynne who is dying of cancer. It was a perfect spring day,  frolicking nanny-nurtured children everywhere, meanwhile in the surrounding medical buildings, all sorts of disease and despair. Somehow this grim, stinky garbage can, surrounded by pampered, carefree offspring of the Manhattan elite symbolized the same dynamic, but in reverse.

Another in my series of insertions, couplings, hook-ups, etc. I intend to start putting these drawings up for sale on Ebay after my February deadlines are met. Speaking of which, I better get back to work.

Another in my periodic series of drawings documenting my household garbage: