West Village. New York. Ink, Kuretake brush pens and Namiki Falcon. After bloody fight with scanner I won. This time.
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New York. I saw this corner of New York and I like that it combines huge billboards and ongoing construction. Feels a bit overwhelming and full of energy. I used ink and Kuretake pens.
I tried Arches watercolor board. I like it, it takes color nicely, a bit stiff, not allowing to move much. Used ink and Kuretake pens. Tried new water brush Holbein.
Apple strudel, family recipe. Ink, Kuretake pens, touch of blue watercolor Dr. Martin (from DickBlick store) on old paper. Getting back to ink after pencil sketches.
This paper is more than 20 something years old, I ripped it from the watercolor pad with blue cover saying Aquarell, I think it is german. I think I bought it before my daughter was born. Last place were it was basement Upstate. I like everything old, its connecting time. I used ink and a little bit of Kuretake pens for color. Nothing special about this street, it is life what is beautiful, light and shadows, and existing. Size is 12″x12.7″
Roses and tuna-melt on a bagel. Ink and leftovers of Kuretake and Inktense pencils puddles on plastic lids.
Underground, waiting too long for a train I was stung by a song by an older guy with guitar, singing in Spanish something really beautiful and personal about love, beauty and faith. It was such a contrast between urbanized structure of the station, colorless busy people passing by and this man singing love song. I scribbled in my sketchbook, snapped blurry picture on my phone and left in dismay.
Peach cobbler on Toulouse-Lautrec plate, size of a saucer and irregular shape. I used ink and few Kuretake pens.
It was pretty strange to meet this car somewhere in the mountains, don’t even know where, we GPS-ed Home Depot along the road to pick up a belt for an injured young athlete. Don’t even know how old is this beauty. Ink and red Kuretake pen on old paper.