Sketches with Pentel brush in court in Harrison NY, paying for ticket. $385 ticket. How painful. Like this little pen brush.
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2011Oct 11tags: 9x12 | Hunter Deli | ink | Ira | Kuretake | upstateEating outside at Hunter Deli. Scanner fell and suddenly worked once again. I am thankful. Ink and Kuretake pens. Stabilo pen.
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2011Oct 10tags: A Night's drinking with friends | abstract | blue | Friday Night | impression | ink | October 2011 | Pen | Theme ChallengeA Night’s Drinking With Friends
Another page inspired by this month’s theme challenge. This one specifically recalls the details of a Friday night at the end of September when some friends and I went out together, had a few drinks, and made our way through a few of our favorite bars here in Morgantown.
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2011Oct 9tags: A Night's drinking with friends | beer | glass | ink | October 2011 | Pen | pencil | sketch | Theme ChallengeA Night’s Drinking With Friends
There is a neat little bar in Morgantown called Jay’s Getaway that specializes in imported and limited run beers (as well as plenty of offerings from smaller breweries around the states). By the end of our time there, we end up with ltos of interesting bottles and glasses on the table. This quick sketch was my attempt at capturing some of that variation in bottle and glass shapes and sizes.
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2011Oct 8tags: ink | Ira | Kuretake | Landscape | NYWest Village. New York. Ink, Kuretake brush pens and Namiki Falcon. After bloody fight with scanner I won. This time.
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2011Oct 8tags: art | burqa | drawing | illustration | ink | look | sketchbook | spray | watercolor | womanIllustration for the poem “Eu”, by Florbela Espanca:
“Eu sou a que no mundo anda perdida,
Eu sou a que na vida não tem norte,
Sou a irmã do Sonho,e desta sorte
Sou a crucificada … a dolorida …Sombra de névoa tênue e esvaecida,
E que o destino amargo, triste e forte,
Impele brutalmente para a morte!
Alma de luto sempre incompreendida!…Sou aquela que passa e ninguém vê…
Sou a que chamam triste sem o ser…
Sou a que chora sem saber porquê…Sou talvez a visão que Alguém sonhou,
Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver,
E que nunca na vida me encontrou!”Ink, watercolor and spray on handmade sketchbook.
The process is on my blog:
netinhomaia.blogspot.com























