Late Afternoon

Really, there is no organizing feature to this batch except the rough time span in which the drawings were made.  On the left, two sketches made while waiting for dinner at our neighborhood restaurant:  a Mexican hat that hangs on the wall right above a large mural painted on plate glass windows (this section includes a man wearing crossed bullet belts (??) and a serape and carrying a sword in his right hand (which didn't make it into the sketch).

In the center of the left hand page is a small passport and credit card case that I made for P today.  He bought one of these cases at a luggage store earlier this week and tried it out for a couple of days to see how big of an annoyance factor it had.  He quickly decided it had more compartments than he needed and was too bulky.  So he asked me to design something minimal that was RFID proof, and here it is-- made out of a foil-lined matte black Counter Culture coffee bag.  This view is of the side that faces the wearer and holds the credit cards.  The passport slips inside, and the outside is plain black.  There is a small line of text that says certified organic.  The cord is a plain black cord from our supply of straps and handles, all gleaned from the giant Goodwill by-the-pound store.  If you want one or something like it, FB message me or email me at weRpiecework@gmail.com.  It's not on our blog yet.

Next to the passport case is a chimney that I drew in the woods when it was nearly dark.  And on the opposite page are some mayapple stems and an ant event.  I had noticed that there are two kinds of mayapple plants-- single leaved stems and double leaved stems, and only the doubles bear flower buds.  I learned tonight that these plants are actually members of colonies of plants growing from a single root.  And nearby was a colony of ants that seemed to all be coming out of a single hole and moving grains of pigmented clay a short distance away from the hole.  A few steps down the path were several more of these single hole projects.  I remember spending the time of an entire baseball game happily watching ants move grains of soil with then-two-year-old Barnaby up in New Hampshire.  Colonies of insects and plants-- fascinating.  I think those single-leaf stems must be just food factories while the doubles handle reproduction.  The clay color is just a blob of the real thing rubbed on the parchment.