Avenue of Americas in Manhattan. Looking through the park on 34 street, where big Toys R Us, magic place, where we bought so many toys for my daughter when she was little, so many stories to remember. Anyway here I used up my Sepia ink, have to mix new one. Love Kuretake H20 brush. Faded red from Twin Kuretake pen.
Bread pudding in Spice in Manhattan. I used 2 inks and few Kuretake brush pens.
Another inking about Selena’s Diner near Hunter, NY. I used Sepia ink and Kuretake H20 on aged WC paper and a little bit of my old Shin-Gansai watercolor set from Holbein for the window scene. How lonely we are, but still so happy.
Shlomo Carlebach, known as The Singing Rabbi. I always have his CD in the car, whenever I feel sad or hurt, I listen to his voice, sometimes without words, it has sort of healing power, his love for people. So I drew portrait, as I admire people who made a difference. Used Sepia ink and Kuretake H20.
Diner on Road 23A, Upstate, where locals get their food, you can meet good looking policemen there getting lunch, pretty much feels like you are in a movie from 60-s. I usually drop my jaw and stare. I like their chili. Here I used Sepia ink and 3 Kuretake Twin pens on aged watercolor paper.
Sardines are gone. Finished breakfast. Sepia ink and red Kuretake Twin brush pen in Moleskine A4.
Breakfast with almonds. Sepia ink on aged watercolor paper. Used H20 Kuretake brush.
Simple life. I used Kuretake pens, all 3 kinds I have and ink with H20 brushes. Used 3 inks and 3 languages. It didn’t fit in the scanner so its a bit cropped, especially on the top, I left a lot of air above books, but if I try the other way, photomerge, I loose color intensity.
House. Still too much snow. Parked across on neighbor’s property, thankfully he was not there. He is a nice guy, writer. Drew with Kuretake pens and outline with Rotring Art pen. Sketch of pen bled through from previous page, thin paper.
I drew it on aged piece of watercolor paper, cut it with my mother’s ivory knife. I used sepia ink and green Kuretake H20, and for touches of red Twin Kuretake brush pen. I wanted to show sort of nostalgic feeling, when you appreciate every shadow, every crumb of dirty snow and present always turn into past.
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