Cats got a gift for New Year's.

Fellini and Liza exploring their new toy. What an emotional day was today. For us, people. Not because of cats of course. Because of trust.

Girl with a cat.

Ink in WC Moleskine.

Lamps with birds.

Evening light.

Parisian gloves.

Evening.

We stuck Upstate for a while, car broke in the middle of snowy village. So it was nothing else to do in the forest but drink wine, look at the fire, talk, sketch, pat a cat and sleep.

Doodle...

...while multitasking.

Mural in the bathroom, from few years back.

The lady has 3 daughters, who depicted here as children, they adults now.

The other wall, actually a door.

East 23 street in Brooklyn.

Overwhelmed by so many decisions to make I catch my breath by sketching this dirty, snowy, cozy street.

I found it online and like it.

Alma, sleep with light on....

December.

View from the bedroom window. Ink in pocket Molly.

Two sides of the mirror.

Meaning double nature of each of us. Angel and sinner part of us. Innocence and knowledge.

Staten Island.

Hills, crooked streets, utterly provincial but charming. I was freezing in the car but had fun sketching.

Digital.

Cold and sunny morning. Getting coffee.

Auto shop, car.

Ink in watercolor Moleskine, large.

Auto shop in Brooklyn, NY.

Auto shop. I went to get new tires and while guys where working enjoyed eyeballing all this wonderful machinery and did couple of sketches. And got permission to come and draw whenever I want. Is not cool? This car is Dodge something from 60-70. Ink in WC Molly.

House on Long Island.

I  passed it few times, looked, developed relationships, drew on a spot, finished at home. Inking in large Moley.

Decorating of the room.

Mural and textured walls.

Other side.

Texture.

Bikes on campus.

Bikes near Starbucks. Ink in pocket Moleskine.

Sketch for mural or so...

Thanksgiving 2009

Inna. Thanksgiving. We got a little tipsy on “Alize”. I could not pass the moment to capture the pose. Ink on WC Moleskine.

French restaurant in Manhattan, NY.

After visiting Tim Burton's exhibit in MOMA my daughter and I went to eat in a small restaurant. We had nice conversation, like in good old times, so I wanted to stop the moment and enjoy it beyond it physical   frame.

6 Ave in Manhattan.

Went to Moma to see  Tim Burton. Was waiting at the corner for my daughter and sketched, was asked by police woman if I am drawing a map. I said, no, passing  time, waiting for my kid.

Subway sketches.

NY subway sketches. F train.

64 street in Brooklyn.

I parked so tight (rushing to the doc), half inch on each side, I didn't know I can do it. If I wont enjoy so much being a woman, I definitely wanna be a man! So I start sketching, hoping someone in front or back of my car will move out and free me. Didn't happen. But sketch was done. Ink in pocket Molly.

Quick ideas for mural for dining room.

And to make all architectural elements from plaster, 3D, columns, moldings, balustrade. Antique it. And lake would be painted.

Dream.

If I draw my bad dream its leaving me. They holding ground beef. May be its their hearts. The whole shape is resembling heart. I feel terribly connected.

Golden trees. Wall.

Trees and birds in someone's dining room, a bit unfinished, going to finish on monday. My $5 knapsack on the left. :-)

Learners.

Waiting.

 I told my daughter, that I am the only person in the world who wont mind to wait for her to come down to the car for so long as it took her. She laughed. I sketched.

Tools.

Sometimes you see beauty in totally unexpected things. I experimented with ink J. Herbin.

Chair.

This what happen when you sit in the office waiting and getting bored. You start talking to your own reflection.

Colgate lake. Trees.

I went today at the Colgate Lake and sketched the view, and I didn't notice till the end of my work, that I took two spots on the handicapped parking, because for the better view I parked across it. Nobody said a word to me, people with dogs, kayak, in purple hat, fisherman. They struggled on the road sides. Piglet barked meanly from the back seat.  Anyway it was not legal to park anywhere. So this why the watercolor is shameless.

Driving

I wanted to show mood, when all you see is couple of red lights you follow.  It is road 87. And you dreaming that when you'll come home you'll have a glass of wine and put logs in the wood stove.

Mural, I did recently.

Nursery, I did recently.

84 street in Brooklyn.

Sketch done from the car with sepia ink in pocket Moleskine. My School-G pen works a little smoother. I was enjoying the intimacy of this small street, people, knowing each other, kids, dragging bags from school. Quiet life.

End of the line.

About fate, end of life, being blind to reality. Parcae(roman) - goddess of fate, one of the three of them, ripping the thread of human life.
This is translation of the poem, I wrote as a teen:


And by girl to run at the park,
Rolling the hoop between white statues, 
To yet not know sullen Parcae,  
Not to perceive itself with cursed.

More train sketches

Train sketches. #4

Pencil, little wash, tinted in Photoshop

cartoon, I found online

Cute animation

Morning sketch at Manhattan Beach.

I had to move the car, so wander around till found this quiet spot and timed myself to work faster, trying not to disturb lonely swimmer and happily text with my daughter.

ScarfGreen

I colored sketch in Photoshop.

What you think, In?

Train Station near Coney Island.

This place is near New York Aquarium. The shape of train station kinda interesting with waves and long openings. I even planned to use it for interior decoration in big office in Manhattan, like an installation,  but it was out of budget, so stayed in dreamland.

Sketch of Inna.

Yard.

I had few minutes waiting for my husband in the car, so scribbled what was in front of me.