Illustration to a song, I got somewhere on internet and liked to listen while driving. I got this image in my head, behind a girl is her sorrow, kinda motherly sorrow. Today I found this song on Youtube and read that the woman who sings it made words and music herself. “Again I am standing alone, again I am smoking, mama…”
Woman Clad in Denim and Cream Headscarf (Friday, 7-2-10)
On the way back on the G from checking out a possible show space on Schermerhorn street. Little kid with a mohawk dazzled by my skills.
F train seats are really uncomfortable, you just facing the whole row of people, no privacy at all. So I sketched in little squared Moleskine really fast, so people won’t get mad, that I looked at them. Pencil Shorty.
Women at Saturday Café in Boudha, Nepal
Ballpoint and gouache.
I spent an incredible month in Nepal this summer— you can read all about it and see some of the 600 photos I took on my blog: http://harikaszaza.blogspot.com/
Really pretty place, some kind of a park with boats and trees along the Belt, I looked at many times. On the way to White Planes, struggling in traffic, it was a moment of happiness. Sepia ink and Faber-Castell colored pencils in my red Moleskine.
Now almost forgotten sketch of Palazzo Pitti in Florence. Sepia ink
Corner with street food cart under the train. Little parking receipt.
View from the car window. Corner of Coney Island Ave and Brighton in Brooklyn. I really miss drawing with Sepia, but pencil is better for quick studies and more discrete. Used Fabriano watercolor book.
Sketching people with pencil “Shorty” in Moleskine plain.
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