CATching up with Bob. New Kuretake pens I recently got online. Very happy to highlight my palette with this wonderful Kuretake Twins.
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I used my Sepia again, warm puddles with orange rims, medicine for my wounded soul. I would add a bit of cold grey Lexington ink, but it makes it stringy, some sort of chemical reaction. Bits of color with Kuretake, to appreciate pure green of apple, flowers on Albert’s Royal, red on tomato and warm strokes on sardines. Main attention on negative panting of bouquet. I painted background cutting into brunches, what a twisted game.
Morning melancholy. Little table scene. Took me forever to bring to completion. I kept adding a stroke here, there. Find time and unwind. Was not happy with ink colors, greys and brownish. Should leave it for quick sketches on a train, I think. I used my new Kuretake pens I got online.
Spread in moleskine. Mackenzie-Childs tea kettle for fighting December melancholy. Ink, Kuretake pens, lists.
“Memories of summer” it says in Japanese. It is reality, but it is how I remember it. All our morning breakfasts and conversations, our silence and laughs over coffee, playing with dogs and feeding birds blends into one material for my drawing. I used ink and few Kuretake pens.
Shadow Mountain Road. This adorable little bridge we passed probably thousand times, it makes me smile, how cozy and intimate it looks. Somewhere here years ago we bought delicious Maple syrup. It was so good with Maggie’s french pancakes.
I used ink and 2 Kuretake pens. I am falling in love with this Kuretake pens deeper and further.
Tower with blue sky. View from the Onteora church. This house overlooking Arboretum always half hidden by tall trees and I know nothing about this old tower.
I used ink and blue Kuretake pen on watercolor paper.
I like how pieces of melon ran on the plate creating interesting composition, so I decide to draw it before consuming in front of the TV. Used Sepia ink and few Kuretake pens. It says “sharing melon” in Japanese.
Here is a little panegyric on Maggi-Würze, seasoning sauce, originally from Switzerland. I discovered it in Honey store and fell in love with it, adding it everywhere in salads combining with sunflower oil and cooking wine and for meats and sauces, and soups. I like it’s taste, smell and even bottle shape. Also drew here wonderful Frank’s RedHot sauce.
Second joy is my first time mix from Dr. Martin’s India inks I bought in Woodstock this fall. It has some burning warmth and slides easily. May be because of paper? It is old paper, don’t know the brand. For color I used Kuretake pens.
Did drawing of Federico Aubele in ink after my wonderful experience on his concert. I used ink and couple of Kuretake pens on hot pressed Arches paper, so smooth that I feel a bit weird out. I tried to capture his boyish looks and soul of musician. It brings to mind amazing novel by Julio Cortazar about music and musician, from which many years ago I cut out sentence and had it on the wall in my room, felt related to that. Sorry, its in Russian.
Художник, живущий в нем, всегда задыхался бы от
ярости, слыша эту пародию на желанное самовыражение, на все то,
что ему хотелось сказать, когда он боролся, раскачиваясь, как
безумный, исходя слюной и музыкой, наедине, совсем наедине с тем,
что он преследует, что ускользает от него, и тем быстрее, чем
настойчивее он преследует.