Underground, waiting too long for a train I was stung by a song by an older guy with guitar, singing in Spanish something really beautiful and personal about love, beauty and faith. It was such a contrast between urbanized structure of the station, colorless busy people passing by and this man singing love song. I scribbled in my sketchbook, snapped blurry picture on my phone and left in dismay.
Went to look for a coffeemaker and was stunned by the beauty of the glass singing its own melody on the dark industrial street under the train in Brooklyn. Still living with crappy coffeemaker but will remember that day with dust, sunlight, shadows and glass. Ink and touch of Inktense pencils on old, very old watercolor paper.
Oil. Watercolor and ink. I used Da Vinci Kolinsky brush, travel, annoying part you have to wait till hair is completely dry. I may have to look into my bookmarks for Ziza’s Rosemery ? brush with innovative cap.
Peach cobbler on Toulouse-Lautrec plate, size of a saucer and irregular shape. I used ink and few Kuretake pens.