New Utrecht Ave train station in Brooklyn charmed me with green balls and stained glass decorations on the corners, even it looked a bit deserted and spooky. I used Diamine ink, touch of watercolor from my faithful Bijou box and a bit of Kuretake watercolor pens.
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Bread. Ink and Kuretake. Bread from the corner store, we get it early in the morning freshly baked and hot.
Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, NY. It says online that in the mid-seventeenth century Dutch settlers called this part of Brooklyn Yellow Hook because of the color of the soil. ink and Kuretake brush pens.
Ave C in Brooklyn. Ink in Stillman&Birn Alpha series sketchbook. I played with the texture a little bit, but tried to keep it simple, almost a silhouette. It is like looking through the eyelashes on the street, loosing sense of color, seeing little dots of distortion, deep in your thoughts, sinking in hidden emotions.
Attractive house at Manhattan Beach in Brooklyn. I went for appointment and was surprised again by diversity of architecture and by new construction. May be it is my ability to see things in a new light, that makes me get charmed by the same objects, no wonder I love Proust so much, or may be houses do grow on Manhattan Beach like mushrooms after the rain.
I am running out of ink and using more and more not favorable leftovers and hesitate to throw art things out, so here I used old ink mixtures, Kuretake brush pens, Muji pen on Bockingford 90 lb paper.
Quick sketch in Pizzeria Di Fara. This place is very famous, rated one of the best NY pizza. We ordered over the phone and came at a time when pizza place opens after 2 hours of siesta in the middle of the day. We still had to wait another 40 min in front of the closed door, watching couple of people moving slowly inside, drinking water, shifting things around. Surprisingly no one in line didn’t complain, people kept smiling, which is already alarming in this part of Brooklyn, in given circumstances. New Yorkers never wait, unless it is a free admission in a museum or special exhibit, everything should be done in supersonic speed.
My pizza was made first, then for some reason, I didn’t understand, it was rejected and remade. The only person who cooked was Domenico De Marco, 75, the legend. He cut fresh basil with huge scissors on the top and drizzled with Evo oil from cute long nosed copper vessel. It cost $38 and it was amazing. So it deserves better drawing, which I hope to finish soon. We couldn’t understand why it was so delicious. I remember the first pizza from Italy which came to Moscow, Russia, more than 20 something years ago, along with Cinzano Rosso or Cinzano Bianco, garlic infused sauce and small plate of olives on red and white checkered tablecloth with waiters and music. It was an experience, but Di Fara somehow better.
Sepia ink and small ball pen in Stillman&Birn Gamma sketchbook.