Evening. We stuck Upstate for awhile, car broke in the middle of snowy village. So it was nothing else to do in the forest but drink wine, look at the fire, talk, sketch, pat a cat and sleep. Ink.
East 23 street in Brooklyn. Overwhelmed by so many decisions to make I catch my breath by sketching this dirty, snowy, cozy street. ink in pocket Moley.
Two sides of the mirror. Meaning double nature of each of us. Angel and sinner part of us. Innocence and knowledge. Ink, Bijou watercolor.
Auto shop. I went to get new tires and while guys where working enjoyed eyeballing all this wonderful machinery and did couple of sketches. And got permission to come and draw whenever I want. Is not cool? This is not my car, mine is on the other sketch. This is Dodge something from 60-70. Ink in WC Molly.
House on Long Island, passed few times, looked, developed relationships, drew on a spot, finished at home. Inking in large Moley.