Kooky bird creature from a dream. Drawn with micron pens, then scanned and digitally colored.
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Another day in Moleskine. Watercolor at lunch on the floor, bill, music, shape of the tree for the wall on the right.
Lupins in the awesome friends’ garden – watercolour in a pocket NB
I can paint them this good four out of five times – on a good day that is!
To describe how rich they are here is MPFC part of Denis Moore…
Caption: England, 1747
(Sounds of a coach and horses, galloping)
Moore (John Cleese): Stand and deliver! Drop that gun!
(The coach comes to a halt. The drivers hold up their hands, but the postilion reaches for a gun. Moore shoots him.)
Moore: Let that be a warning to you all. You move at your peril, for I have two pistols here. I know one of them isn’t loaded any more, but the other one is, so that’s one of you dead for sure, or just about for sure anyway. It certainly wouldn’t be worth your while risking it because I’m a very good shot. I practice every day, well, not absolutely every day, but most days in the week. I expect I must practice four or five times a week, at least four or five, only some weekends… like last weekend, there really wasn’t the time, so that moved the average down a bit. I should say it’s definitely a solid four days’ practice every week… at least. I mean, I reckon I could hit that tree over there… the one just behind that hillock, not the big hillock, the little hillock on the left. You can see the three trees, the third one from the left and back a bit – that one – I reckon I could hit that four times out of five… on a good day. Say, with this wind… say, say seven times out of ten.
Squire (Terry Jones): What, that tree there?
Moore: Which one?
Squire: The big beech with the sort of bare branch coming out of the top left.
Moore: No, no, not that one.
Girl (Carol Cleveland): No, no, he means the one over there. Look, you see that one there?
Girl: Well now, go two along to the right.
Coachman: Just near that little bush.
Girl: Well it’s the one just behind it.
Squire: Ah! The elm.
Moore: No, that’s not an elm. Al elm’s got sort of great clumps of leaves like that. That’s either a beech or a… er… hornbeam.
Parson (Eric Idle): A hornbeam?
Moore: On no, not a hornbeam. What’s the tree that has a leaf with sort of regular veins coming out and the veins go all the way out to the…
Moore: …to the serrated edges.
Parson: A willow!
Moore: Yes, that’s right.
Parson: That’s nothing like a willow.
Moore: Well it doesn’t matter, anyway. I can hit it seven times out of ten, that’s the point.
Parson: Never a willow.
Moore: Shut up! This is a hold-up, not a botany lesson. Right! Now my fine friends, no false moves please. I want you to hand over all the lupins you’ve got.
Moore: Yes, lupins. Come on, come on.
Parson: What do you mean, lupins?
Moore: Don’t try and play for time.
Parson: I’m not, you mean the flower lupin?
Moore: Yes, that’s right.
Squire: Well we haven’t got any lupins.
Moore: Look, my fine friends. I happen to know that this is the Lupin Express.
Squire: You must be out of your tiny mind.
Moore: Get out of the coach. Come on, get out!
(They exit the coach. Moore enters it and comes out with an armful of lupins.)
Moore: Just as I thought, not clever enough my fine friend. Come on, Concorde! (Gallops off)
Squire: Well, so much for the lupins.
Chorus (sings): Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, galloping through the sward,
Dennis Moore, Dennis Moore, and his horse Concorde.
He steals from the rich and gives to the poor,
Mr Moore, Mr Moore, Mr Moore.
The backyard of my friends’ place where I was staying at.. And one of their dogs in the sketch.. I think a brush pen doesn’t work well for sketching a Pomeranian..
Blooming trees announce beginning of a new spring, new hope. It passes so quickly, that I tried to hang on, to prolong, to absorb, to remember. Somewhere in Brooklyn, Midwood area. Colored pencils in Moleskine.
Another tree sketch, this time with pen. This one from my mind. I only wish I could find one like this around here.
Ofelia and the cockatoo.
Sleeping under the tree shade, with the whispering wind going through the branches as lullaby. A moment of peace.
Lazy sunday afternoon sketch becomes this Watercolors (W&N, Ecoline), gouache and ink on pocket Moleskine sketchbook.
Paper Birch (Betula Papyrifera) – Ink and Inktense in a Watercolour Moleskine
Following on from the previous post – another noticeable Birch tree. This is probably not a true Paper Birch as the trunk is not as white as might be expected. When our housing estate was completed, around 30 years ago, specimen trees were planted in folks gardens. This lovely tree is probably a hybrid, or more than one type, but is magnificent nevertheless. It is only around 20 feet tall unlike the native American specimens, around three times this height, where it is known as the “White Birch” or “Canoe Birch”.This one “peels” throughout the year but seems to be more noticeable now. I wonder if the hard winter has accelerated the process of shedding the bark? If it is a hybrid then propagation, from seed, would be virtually impossible but this is not a bad thing as I believe that all trees, in all countries, should be propagated from native stock making them more resistant to disease. There is a programme, aimed primarily at young children, in Scotland where the seed of native species is collected at the end of the year. Instructions are given on methods of stratification etc and the young plants are planted, in remote and waste grounds, when they are a couple of years old. Give it a go. Its a fine legacy to leave.
I saw this statue at the Metro Police Park, just right behind one of their main headquarter in the Northwest area of the suburban Las Vegas. The whole park is dedicated to the fallen law enforcement who have served in Las Vegas since the late 1890s. The statue is pretty interesting, showing a metal sculpture of our typical American Mascot.. The Bald Eagle. The Eagle is holding a shield (or a police badge?) with an interesting wrap-around of the American Flag. Also, there is a three triangular torch pillars with rustic flames (Olympics anyone?).
Done in ballpoint pen, watercolour pencil, and waterbrush