I did this for a friend who’d just lost his parents and was feeling hopelessly lost. Surely enough it made him feel even worse! Serve him right for being careless methinks. Isn’t that what true friends are for? To hold up a mirror in your moments of despair? What the hell am I saying?
latest updates: home
Home. Some of the walls are made of rock, the floors are Mexican tile with lots of rugs, and the roof is tin. I love it here.
Here Comes the Flood.
We had some terrible floods early summer in Europe. Personally I got soaken wet during my visit to Prague, but I could be considered “luckey”. Rembradt Talens watercolours… I’m a civil/hydraulic engineer. I made this for educational publication my company was preparing. I did drought as well, and that’s comming-up!
A quick sketch from my backyard. Building on the left is a 2-flat with a big front porch and a balcony. My house, on the right, is a brick bungalow and dates from the 1920s. Back porch needs paint, which I’ll have to do myself and I’m dreading it. Hard to believe I’ve lived here for 9 years. It’s a very urban setting with all manor of different types of people moving in and moving out. Life’s been good here. Watercolor was painted first then pen over.
Tree house. http://susanrudat.blogspot.com/
This are two pages of my what I call my “home journal”. It’s all about home. About the place where I live, a white house in the country. In this journal I write, draw and collage about the changing seasons, about my house, my family, my pets, about the forest and the animals that live in it.
The first page is about a rainy day in summer and the way things smell after the rain. The other one is a drawing I made in a windy night (“Outside the wind blows” are the worlds under the lavender flowers)
Gouache in my moleskine sketchbook.
After almost 3 months, I finally took out my moleskine sketchbook (I’m on my 3rd now!) to do some art. I missed this! =D