Julie with Blue Scarf. Sweden. October, 2008. A watercolour sketch. A pencil drawing. And nice wallpaper.
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Julie with Blue Scarf
Julie with Blue Scarf. Sweden. October, 2008. A watercolour sketch. A pencil drawing. And nice wallpaper. 
A Wooden Block
A Wooden Block. A blank canvas. An ideal starting place for my Kindergarten series.
Think alphabet blocks.
Call it a reality-based alphabet block.
Telling a story with no words...
The Gas Station Table
Bench Beneath a Tree
The Beach and the Sea
Rain on the Roof
101 Blues
The Gnarly Tree
The Gas Station Table
The Gas Station Table. Nothing better than a 24-hour gas station with an outdoor patio. And coffee.
Bench Beneath a Tree
Bench Beneath a Tree. I had to drag the other bench over about three feet to get the right view. Which is when I realized that I had forgotten my pencil. Which is when I dragged the bench back to its' original spot, walked back to the car, found my pencil, walked back to the two benches, and dragged the other bench over about three feet. Again.
Rain on the Roof
Rain on the Roof. Interstate 95 Southbound to Petersburg. August 2008. I like watching the droplets of rain move like organisms up the glass.
A random street in London. You can tell it's raining because I'm holding an umbrella. September 2008.
Just a few minutes later and I'm still walking in the rain. But you can't tell because the droplets were almost not big enough to be considered particles so I thought that I was sliding through a continuous mist.
Back to the Fan, Richmond, Virginia. August 2008 again. Vertical lines left trails in the night before landing light and liquid in my eyes. Then, there were puddles. And the droplets were discrete entities and I wanted to catch them all.
The Gnarly Tree
Gabriela
Gabriela.
Watercolour and pencil on paper. June, 2008. Hendon.
After sharpening all of my pencils, we tried three diferent poses. This last pose included lots of circles, implied shapes, and pillows. At the time (two and a half weeks ago), we had decided that this watercoulour of Gabriela on the couch with some pillows would be the painting pose. Of course, that decision never came true and was overridden by the future.
Maryte in the Park
Maryte in the Park.
Watercolour and pencil on paper. June, 2008. Angel.
We were in Angel park, except that it's not really called Angel Park. What I mean is that we were sitting in the park which is located close to the Angel tube station, the one with the war memorial. It was one of the first sunny days of the summer.
Girl on Concrete Wall in White Dress and Black Jacket
Girl on Concrete Wall in White Dress and Black Jacket. We (Ewelina and I) were looking for the sun. Nothing good on the Southbank. So, we crossed over the Thames river. Passed Big Ben. Crossed the street. Settled in a little park across from Westminster Abbey.
Then, the sun found us. And it was nice. Until about 7pm.
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The Empty Chair
The Empty Chair. Camden. A coffee shop. An empty chair. Lucy. A watercolor sketch for a painting. Or, a watercolour sketch for a painting. Geometry of the form. The form in geometry.
As I was painting, a well-meaning woman came over and started asking me questions. About my watercolors. About my watercolours. About my pens. About my drawings. And it was a bit annoying. A bit rude. And she should have waited for me to take a break. Lucy was posing hard.
Note to people: it's better to not to disturb artists engaged in the act of creating. Wait until they take a break. Otherwise, you only get one word answers. Had she waited, I would have loved to talk. But,...
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Two Tiles Forming a Decorative Arch (From Turkey)
Two Tiles Forming a Decorative Arch (From Turkey). At the Victoria and Albert museum in South Kensington, I went drawing today in the Islamic Middle East section. On Friday, I'm flying to Istanbul. Well, Zurich first. Then, Istanbul. Consequently, I have decided to start a new sketchbook, tentatively titled: Istanbul.
Islamic designs can have so much symmetry. Since I don't erase (even when drawing with a pencil), I was very conscious of maintaining a well-defined symmetric balance to this pair of Turkish tiles from the Anatola region of Turkey.
By the way, those portable museum drawing stools are not so comfortable.
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Murals for St. Christopher's Inn (Part IV)
Murals for St. Christopher's Inn (Part IV). Henry Moore currently has 28 sculptures on display at the Kew Botanical Gardens. So, of course I went. A month ago, in fact... and, of course I was inspired to draw some of the gardens... I transferred my watercolor and pencil sketch to the wall, but enlarged a horizontal length of 30cm to 250 cm. This wall provided blank space for the largest painting I have ever painted. Yet.
Murals for St. Christopher's Inn (Part III)
Murals for St. Christopher's Inn (Part III). I kept this idea... In a hostel, who typically stays in a private double room? Couples. So, I went with something which alluded to the idea of a relationship, without being cliche. The biggest bottles I've ever painted... 130cm tall...
Murals for St. Christopher's Inn (Part II)
Murals for St. Christopher's Inn (Part II). Another in the series of posts documenting my first mural assignment (for a hostel near London Bridge) Actually, these two sketches were never realized... the top sketch features a drawing I had done of a Henry Moore sculpture in the Hirshorn (Washington DC)... appropriate since I'm an American artist living in London.... get it? The bottom sketch is a recursive view of the window. The window featured such beautiful woodwork... ..and an amazing view of a really nice building across the street. Essentially, it's a picture of a picture of a picture of a picture... (Recursion is when the definition of something refers to itself). I'm also a mathematician living in London... get it? Anyway, due to the finite limitation of time, I had to cut out these two walls... (not literally).
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