Onteora church. Onteora is the indian name for Catskills. Built in 188something, I think. It is not far from us, walking distance. Overlooking arboretum, breathtaking view of the mountains. Built from stone. In 1883 Onteora Park was founded by rich New Yorkers as a private summer retreat, many famous artists and writers been and sketched there. I found very interesting publication online, newspaper The Critic from 1898, an illustrated monthly review of Arts, Literature and Life. So cool!
I used Dr. Martin’s Ink and my newest invention portable brush, because my travel Windsor and Newton brush broke while finishing Aubele’s drawing.

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Here is a little panegyric on Maggi-Würze, seasoning sauce, originally from Switzerland. I discovered it in Honey store and fell in love with it, adding it everywhere in salads combining with sunflower oil and cooking wine and for meats and sauces, and soups. I like it’s taste, smell and even bottle shape. Also drew here wonderful Frank’s RedHot sauce.
Second joy is my first time mix from Dr. Martin’s India inks I bought in Woodstock this fall. It has some burning warmth and slides easily. May be because of paper? It is old paper, don’t know the brand. For color I used Kuretake pens.

Did drawing of Federico Aubele in ink after my wonderful experience on his concert. I used ink and couple of Kuretake pens on hot pressed Arches paper, so smooth that I feel a bit weird out. I tried to capture his boyish looks and soul of musician. It brings to mind amazing novel by Julio Cortazar about music and musician, from which many years ago I cut out sentence and had it on the wall in my room, felt related to that. Sorry, its in Russian.
Художник, живущий в нем, всегда задыхался бы от
ярости, слыша эту пародию на желанное самовыражение, на все то,
что ему хотелось сказать, когда он боролся, раскачиваясь, как
безумный, исходя слюной и музыкой, наедине, совсем наедине с тем,
что он преследует, что ускользает от него, и тем быстрее, чем
настойчивее он преследует.

Today I was so lucky to see Federico Aubele live concert, amazing Argentinian singer, songwriter, musician. I fell in love with his music few years ago, I heard him somewhere online. I listen to him often while drawing or driving, I made Pandora radio station with his songs.
Today I sketched and listen and at the end asked him to sign my sketch, how cool is that! He liked my drawing. Wow! I am gonna do drawing in ink based on my sketches of him today. Here used Blackwing 602 (love this pencil) in Moleskine.

Orange truck. Ever since I met this trucks on mountain roads they impressed me with their happy sunny colors and muscular shapes, and when you hear their aggressive roaring it brings feeling that now it will be ok, problem fixed, safety restored, life will be better, somebody cares. Interesting that even drivers of this trucks look so enormously tall and manly, at list few I talked to after the Hurricane Irene damages.
I used ink and Kuretake pens.

Pulled out my drying ink remix and fought with couple of stuffed water brushes (pierced my finger few times till it bled) to draw this simple Sunday breakfast with eggs over easy. Bits of color with Kuretake pens.

Queens. Was a bit unreal atmosphere with that charming European village houses and pale moon. Finished at home with few Kuretake pens. Had a fight with big water brush, keeps clogging.

Sketched while waiting. Ink. Pentel./.÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

In a process. Added 3 new Rembrandt paints. Discovering long desired Payne’s Gray, in the middle, the last one.

My husband picked this bitten by the frost very energetic apples from the apple tree near our driveway. So I decide to draw it to appreciate its wild tough beauty. And also I have a nostalgic memory about autumn apples from the book of Iris Murdoch I read many years ago. How I was longing in my Moscow apartment for that apple smell and lonely walks on the seashore. Rembrandt watercolor, filbert brush.