Doodle at lunch. Ink and some acrylic in pocket moleskine. I have 3 Moleskines in my work book bag daily: planner, sketchbook, old planner for scribbling and old info. Don’t you think its a little too obsessive?
Hard to draw in such crowded space when people facing each other, so I had to fold myself into something not noticeable. Ink in Pocket Moley.
Supermarket. I simply could not resist the pleasure to rattle my drawing tools for a few minutes in the freezing car. Ink in Pocket WC Molly.
When I was 20, I rode horses, swam, rode a bike, skied, but I never ice skated. My best friend, who visited me for sketching on weekends, once told me, there should be nothing in this world you can’t do, she said, trust me. And after midnight, when yard was empty, we went to the ice skating rink. Since that it was our little secret, we skated at night for years. She died 22 years ago. And I never ice skated since then. And never will. Watercolor and ink in Pocket Moleskine.
Neptune Ave, Brooklyn.
It was too dark and too cold to draw. I need headlight like Lapin has and fingerless gloves like Gabi Campanario has. Or I have to move to Florida to draw palm trees. Lamy Safari in pocket moley and running nose.
Scrolls study for upcoming project and 86 street, where you can get wonderful Georgian (from Black Sea)-food. Hachapuri is thin flat bread, stuffed with melted cheese.
Ink in pocket Molly.
On the way home from Manhattan I sketched this stripy man. We went to our wonderful dentist, Inna helped him with Facebook and I bought a lot of hot sugary nuts. I finished sketch at home with Tradio.
In the evening I showed to Inna amazing works by Stoneturtle, his drawings for “Master And Margarita”.
Click on the link in Russian under each of his drawings to see it larger.