Scenes from the people’s beach at Jacob Riis Park
Tag: sketchbook
How swimming in the ocean leaves a pretzel taste on the lips
The feeling when You’ve got back from the beach— shook out the sand donned fresh togs. Open the window, or maybe the air conditioner. Nothing left. All’s as it was before the beach Save that pretzel taste on your lips and a fine tiredness— that welcome, long lost fatigue peculiar to beach days.
Some sketches: warm, bright, like summer
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
Interior / Exterior: a little watercolor drawing in process
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
A more colorful version of the interior
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.
Have you heard of Urban Sketchers?
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?
Boy in the loud sweater (signing his check)
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)
Women in silks and wigs with rosy cheeks
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
More hair studies
Or, in this case, fancy-ass wigs!
Song of Myself, on a barge in Red Hook
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
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 