Red truck on Ave X while waiting near nail salon. Bijou watercolor box and Uranus pen in Delta.
Tangerine juice. Homey kitchen scene. It said “Tangerine juice” in Japanese. This cute juicer I bought few years ago on flea market at Coney Island, some vintage piece.
I used Pear ink and new sample of Noodler’s, color made with few Kuretake pens.
Tired. Sketching on NY Subway. Blackwing 602. The way his boots were turned inwards, his interlocked fingers, all his slouchy, a bit cartoony figure – all was the essence of tiredness and exhaustion. Brought to mind Van Gogh’s workers, I felt bad for him and wished him well and better life.
Bread. Ink and Kuretake. Bread from the corner store, we get it early in the morning freshly baked and hot.
Musician Alex. It was pretty surprising to hear my childhood songs highlighted by saxophone, while I was drawing trees and brunches for old people. My father use to collect songs, so I heard many from old times and they dear to my heart.
I outlined the figure of musician and the rest dissolved into the light. I used ink and gold watercolor for saxophone, it doesn’t scan well.