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.
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!
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
Some friends and I took a trip into the Big Town on Monday to check out a couple exhibits at the Met. One was the Rei Kawakubo / Comme des Garçons exhibit of works spanning some decades. The gallery space was designed specially for this, a collaboration between the artist and the Met, and the… Continue reading The Comme des Garçons show at the Met
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