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

Todavía, Todos los fuegos al fuego, Che. 19 Mayo, 2012. (Still All Fires the Fire, Che)

8 1/4 x 10 in. double-page Moleskine cahier spread; watercolor, ink, guoache, whatever, on paper.

4th Avenue, Brooklyn. And Cortázar on Kindle. 

The interactive Spanish-English dictionary makes me feel like I really am reading and I guess I am.  Words like pantanos (bogs) and barro (mud) are accessible and you're tramping with Che and his asthma in the swamp  (ciénaga).

Leyendo Cortázar: la linea F es más cómoda que la autopista al sur. 11 mayo, 2012.

(Reading Cortázar: the F train is more comfortable than the Southern Thruway.) Julio Cortázar's short story about being stuck in a traffic jam on the Southern Thruway in France is queasily magical.

6 x 8 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stillman & Birn paper.

La enfermidad de los sanos. 28 abríl, 2012. (The sickness of the healthy)

6 x 8 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stillman & Birn paper.

(The sickness of the well.)

La burbuja temporal. 27 abríl, 2012.

8 1/4 x 10 in. double-page  Moleskine cahier spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on paper.

(The time bubble on the F train.))

La luz es como el agua en la linea F en Brooklyn. 13 abril, 2012. (Light is like water.)

(We're all here, navigating the light, in the subway.)

6 x 8 in. double-page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stillman & Birn paper.

The trip home from 3 hours of Spanish class almost always has my head buzzing between languages. I was reading a Gabriel García Márquez short story on my Kindle.  We had been working with it in class: children with a rowboat, floating on light from a broken lightbulb in the living room: water, like light. Magic images like that can make a lot of sense on the subway.

Con más o menos duda en la linea F. 16 Marzo, 2012. (With more or less doubt, on the F train.)

(It's possible that the Subjunctive might be a fiction.)

7 x 14 in. double-page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stonehenge paper.

La vuelta de español: tres trenes (M/F/otro F), leyendo "Subjuntivo" 9 Marzo, 2012.

7 x 14 in. double-page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever on Stonehenge paper.

(Church Street stop, and we change for the last time.)

 

Los peligros del subte, la linea F. 2 Marzo, 2012. (The dangers of the F train.)

7 x 14 in. double-page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stonehenge paper. (Everywhere there are instructions for survival.)

El camino al español es duro por el subte (linea F). 24 febrero, 2012. (The road to Spanish is hard on the subway.)

8 x 10 in. double-page Moleskine cahier spread; ink, watercolor, whatever on paper.

(It's winter and finally it's turned cold -- it's almost March.)

El lenguaje del Túnel: rumiando sobre un día execrable. 17 febrero, 2012. (The language of the Tunnel: ruminating on an execrable day.)

7 x 14 in. double-page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stonehenge paper.

 

The monologue is a little extreme for the subway.

 

Once again, I find myself in my post-Spanish class daze, on the F train. (Otra vez, me ecuentro en un aturdido de posclase de español.)