Pumpkin. I used both hands in this study. Ink in WC Moleskine.
Last Chance. While my friends were skiing, I sketched at the frozen parking lot in the middle of snowy village my daughter’s favorite restaurant “Last Chance”. Food is nice and the owner is a sweetheart. You can get there amazing violet gum and mints, old fashioned, smelling like perfume.
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.