My husband picked this bitten by the frost very energetic apples from the apple tree near our driveway. So I decide to draw it to appreciate its wild tough beauty. And also I have a nostalgic memory about autumn apples from the book of Iris Murdoch I read many years ago. How I was longing in my Moscow apartment for that apple smell and lonely walks on the seashore. Rembrandt watercolor, filbert brush.
Snapped process of painting with Rembrandt watercolor. Here is adorable filbert Midas Touch brush, telescopic Da Vinci and nice view. 
Mountains never fails to surprise me, different every day. It was too cold to draw outside, so I drew through the glass door. I used watercolor here. Tried my new interesting Da Vinci telescopic brushes, I like the system, but hair was a bit too soft for me. Snow melted everywhere but not here, strange, but I appreciate it. I saw here bear’s footprints. May be couple of bears.
I finished drawing by adding color with Kuretake pens. Still left watery loose marks, I like combination of loose texture and sharper details. Very sad how fast water brushes getting clogged and loosing sharp point. Even I trimmed it with scissors as Laure Ferlita advised and disassembled to rinse. May be I should try distilled water?
Everything about Woodstock looks a bit exaggerated, houses, streets, people, atmosphere. Every time you see something new, something you didn’t notice last time. I used Sepia ink and few Kuretake pens, and this time I used piston water brush, which feels like a real brush, with animal hair. Just have to add a bit of water by twisting barrel instead of squeezing. And if I put brush down water is seeping away.
Local road. I used Sepia ink and blue Kuretake pen. Looking for inkwell, something heavy bottomed, so it won’t overturn while taken on a trip.
Brooms. Sometimes plain objects stop you on the way to tell their story, how it happened here, I felt that dry leaves flew in to remind me that autumn is real and nothing is forever.
I used ink and Kuretake pens on old paper.
Wurtsboro. Driving Upstate, meeting beautiful landscapes like meeting people, always a joy and surprise. Some roads don’t have a shoulder, where I can park, what a pity. On Road 32 huge wet rocks with dripping water, every time passing by I stare at it helplessly with hungry love, barely enough space for cars and then sharp cliff.
Accord Wine Shop in Hudson Valley. House was built in yearly 1900, first as General store, and Barber Shop with a Billiard Hall in the basement. In 1940’s it became a Liquor Store. Family owned. I used ink on Arches board.
“Story Farm” such a wonderful place, I love going there may be because they have delicious vegetables grown organically or may be because we see happy cows, milk cows, or because of strawberry fields where once we picked our own strawberries in hot june few years back. We always park under that tall trees. I used ink here.
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