Day Books of Sharon Frost, turning the page.

La luz subterránea. El sol brilla en Smith/9th. Linea F. Brooklyn. 25 de septiembre, 2012. Martes. (The underground light. The sun shines on Smith/9th. F train. Brooklyn.)

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

El subte en Brooklyn. El tren F. En ruta a almorzar con K en Manhattan. 18 de septiembre, 2012. (On the subway in Brooklyn. The F train. On the way to lunch with Kamal.

Una maraña de piernas con cello. (A tangle of legs with cello.)
Sketchblog:  http://sharonfrost.typepad.com/day_books
7 x 10 in. double page spread, watercolor, ink, whatever, on paper.

Coracoid gesticulation: it's a chain reaction.

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

 

 And I’m still rehabbing my shoulder.  Who knew a mugging would stay with me for so long. 

When you feel a gesture in all it’s parts, even without pain, you know you’ve lost fluidity.  And when turning over in bed wakes you up you know you should stay out of yoga class.

An injury doesn’t generally stay still.  It travels along a chain, and sometimes can even change the subject.  An aching shoulder can  be reflected in an aching back.  It’s weird.  (There is, however, improvement.)

El subte: la linea F: Brooklyn. Hemos regresado. 11 de septiembre, 2012. (The subway: the F train: Brooklyn. We've come back.)

7 x 14 in. double page spread; watercolor, ink, whatever, on Stillman & Birn paper (alpha series)

Leer y almorzar. Aeropuerto. Montevideo. 2 de septiembre, 2012. Domingo. (Reading and having lunch.)

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

Esperando Adriana, en el café Tribunales. 1 de septiembre, 2012. Sábado. Montevideo. (Waiting for Adriana, en Tribunales.)

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