Day Books, the art-as-life of Sharon Frost, one page after another.

El G, rómpido. Brooklyn. 5 de mayo, 2013. The G, broken in Brooklyn.

 

5 7/8 x 9 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stonehenge paper.

" At first glance, it seemed the same as always, but better, more lively." Roberto Bolaño.

La linea L, alguna parte en Brooklyn. 20 de abríl, 2013. (The L, somewhere in Brooklyn.)

Pero por más esfuerzos que hizo no pudo imaginarse a nuestra poeta en esa situacíon. Roberto Bolaño, Estrella Distante.  (Try as he might he coulldn't imagine our poet in that situation.)
                           5 7/8 x 9 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stonehenge paper

Vale, pues sí, en el F. 17 de abril, 2012. Okay, yes, on the F.

" And it's that there time hangs heavy.  Nobody keeps track of the hours, nobody worries about how the years add up.  The days begin and they're over."  Juan Rulfo.

5 7/8 x 9 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stonehenge paper.

La cáscara cambia con cada mirada. Final del juego. 18 de marzo, 2012. (The shell changes with every glance. End of the game.)

5 7/8 x 9 in.; ink, watercolor, whatever, on Stonehenge paper

Cayendo los pantalones en la linea F. 8 de marzo, 2013. (Falling down pants on the F train.)

                                (Distant star: Roberto Bolaño on my Kindle.  I keep looking.)
                                5 7/8 x 9 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stonehenge paper.

Estoy perdida en Roberto Bolaño. Los demás se pierden en otra cosa. El la F, en Brooklyn. 8 de de febredo, 2013. (I'm lost in Roberto Bolaño. The others are lost in something else, on the F train in Brooklyn).

                    7 x 10 in double page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on paper.

La linea F: lectura de metro en Brooklyn. Para mí, García Márquez. 25 de enero, 2013. (The F train: reading underground in Brooklyn. For me, García Márquez)

                        7 x 10  in. double page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on paper.

El progreso: me cuesta menos leer Cortázar cada año. 27 de diciembre, 2012. (Progress: it costs me less to read Cortázar every year.)

5 1/2 x 11 double page handbook spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on paper.

Cortázar ha llegado a Brooklyn otra vez. (Cortázar has returned to Brooklyn once more.)

Volando sobre el Atlántico. Chaleco savavidas debajo de su asiento. 14 de diciembre, 2012. Viernes. (Flying over the Atlantic. Life jacket under your seat.)

Trapped/packed in the tin can in the air: American Airlines impossibly small planes. At least I have Cortázar.)
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7 x 10 in. double page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on paper.

Hace frío en c/Buenos Aires. 4 de diciembre, 2012. (It's cold on Buenos Aires Street.)

5 7/8 x 9 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever on Stonehenge paper.

(In Cádiz with the usual international luggage; shawl from Jerez, bought last year, story by argentine Julio Cortázar in an edition bought in Cádiz; the usual box of watercolors.