Friday evening I rode my bike to Red Hook to surprise a friend at work and have dinner at Hope & Anchor (delicious). A street fair was underway. It was a good excursion. I needed to get outside, having not felt very well all day, and stuck indoors during lovely weather. I rode back by… Continue reading Some sketches: warm, bright, like summer
I began this earlier in the week in pencil, and spent far longer on it than I expected to on that initial drawing, but have been aiming for greater attention to accuracy and detail so I can get faster at it. I meant to scan it before inking, but I forgot. Here's a part of… Continue reading Interior / Exterior: a little watercolor drawing in process
I impulse-bought a bunch of match books from a local shop. Cause it sucks when you suddenly find yourself without a lighter (as your friends are all secretly kleptos). When I got home, I couldn't get past how unsatisfying the design on the boxes was, and how I didn't want to look at them (scroll… Continue reading A solution for paper oddments and idle hands
Here is a version of the sketch from the bottom of yesterday's post (also below)— to which I returned last evening and added color. Jolly! Messy, and because I used the Pilot G2, a little muddied from the ink smearing, but jolly nonetheless.
Above: Sketch of the wee truck-turned-garden on the Gowanus Canal. The pencilling is decent, but I rather cocked it up with the paint and markers, as you can see below. It has put in stark relief my lack of experience with using color in outdoor environments; sunshine and flora. Last week I stumbled upon Urban… Continue reading Have you heard of Urban Sketchers?
Here’s something I painted last night. It was a quick pencil drawing that I dashed off toward the end of my sketchbook last week, and then forgot until I stumbled across it, because I never skip pages. And below a photo I snapped of it in progress, before I'd decided to keep on painting and… Continue reading Boy in the loud sweater (signing his check)
I revisited those pencil sketches from my last post today, and had a bit of fun with some new markers and the watercolor half pans. The fine grey marker with which I drew over the pencil in the first sketch proved to be water-based, so muddles my paints a bit. But the broad ones are… Continue reading Women in silks and wigs with rosy cheeks
Or, in this case, fancy-ass wigs!
The morning, bright and grey, has brought that soft, all-day rain peculiar to certain regions, like here. Neither dire nor gloomy; gentle patterings on the sill And out the streetside window— Wet roads that sound like crushed velvet or old dresses, piled flat in a secondhand store. No slantwise wind or biting air Just a fine steady… Continue reading A Spring rain, soon forgotten
Saturday evening there was a fundraising event on the historic museum barge in Red Hook; the reading of every last canto of Walt Whitman's Song of Myself, as read by a number of local luminaries. It began before and ended just after sunset over Brooklyn's Buttermilk Channel and Erie Basin, the once-Dutch, fierce little neighborhood called Red Hook. I've… Continue reading Song of Myself, on a barge in Red Hook
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