The Octopus’s Garden In the Shade
The aforementioned Professor, as a child, on the very chalkboard which hadn’t been erased in over 15 but was erased this New Year’s Eve, drew this marvelous little world. Gratefully her mother saw the virtue in the drawing and photographed it.
Below is one of my versions of the drawing, done on a placemat at a diner while we were eating with Aditya and Mary.

Shattering into a Rose Window
This is a sketch for the Rose Window I wanted for an earlier version of my web site. I was going to replace all the phrenological compartments with my own totality of subdivisions but I never got around to conceiving my hollistic account of everything. I do like the profile I drew which is of the esteemed professor and anti-phrenologist, Maya Poran. At that time the web site, and pretty much my every effort at complete statement, was called “MAYAPOTHEOSIS: the work of Kerry Dennehy.”
I still like this sketch as an image if not as an illustration of something. Though in terms of images and actual stained glass Chagall’s window for ISSACHAR is still where I would direct anybody’s attention first.
a previous web site design
This was actually just a portion of the front page of the web site I wanted a few years back. I was going to render it as combination stained glass and neon tubing. The other portion I may post tomorrow. It was a phrenological map of the head that was shattering (because of its premature totality) and the pieces were falling in the pattern of a cathedral’s rose window.
Toward a New Year
We moved into the new house this year and we’ve been making all sorts of choices about what’s kept and what’s left behind. We used to draw on this blackboard when we talked on the phone back when we lived at Maya’s family house when Maya was in Grad School. We stopped drawing on it when we came up with this lively composition, changing only the year each January 1st. See up there in the left hand corner? We stopped changing even that in 1996, then in ’99 we stowed this board when we moved out of state. We moved three more times in the intervening eleven years. I don’t know what the occasion was but some time in the last months in our apartment we hung this over our bed and left it still untouched, except to every once in a while scuff it with our heads by accident. With 2011 coming on, finally in a place of our own and with a hard year passing away, we’ve decided to exchange all this history for a fresh start.












