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
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.
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
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
Some sketches from last weekend. For some reason last week I kept using the number 4 instead of 5 on the dates of things, despite it being May. Below is a pencil drawing I did in a backyard (the words are from an earlier day, unrelated to the sketch). I’d like to bring a pencil more… Continue reading Indoors, outdoors, and the wrong number
Here's a sketch from Friday evening. I'd only just started when its subjects vacated the backyard, so I had to improvise. I re-cast them indoors, among the lamps, after the fact. Had an afternoon meeting followed by a stroll through lower Manhattan on Friday. I walked from Madison Square Park to City Hall, with some decent photographic moments while across… Continue reading An afternoon in the Big Town followed by miles of walking
I painted these after I got home, as I'd not brought the watercolors with me. I rather like these more ambitious studies, incorporating the whole scene. It requires me to pay more attention. As I work directly in ink (no erasing), it requires me to slow down and really observe. Be aware. It's a funny thing,… Continue reading Lamps and locals down at the local
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