Saturday, September 3, 2011

Small street in Brooklyn.

This paper is more than 20 something years old, I ripped it from the watercolor pad with blue cover saying Aquarell, I think it is german. I think I bought it before my daughter was born.  Last place were it was basement Upstate. I like everything old, its connecting time. I used ink and a little bit of Kuretake pens for color. Nothing special about this street, it is life what is beautiful, light and shadows, and existing.  Size is 12"x12.7"

6 comments:

ChristyP said...

It is still 103 degrees here at 10:21 in the evening but this wonderful, evocative work transported me. Just great....thank you...

Nikira said...

Thank you Christy, I am glad you can relax for a minute in a shade of Brooklyn's trees. If it is 103 in the evening, how high it is at noon?

ChristyP said...

It was 118 several days last week -- too hot to move but move we must in order to work. Today should only be 107 or so but humid. Keep drawing shade for me!!
You are a treasure!

Nikira said...

Thank you very much Christy for your kindness, I will try to send you shade and cool. The good thing you are probably tanned, I was never able to get a good tan, even sprayed tan was sitting crooked on me.

ChristyP said...

Actually no tan for me -- very fair and freckled, former redhead turning white blonde in my antiquity in the sun. I ordered Palomino Blackwings upon your inspiration and love them so much I slept with one by the bed!! Thanks a lot - for a lot! I especially appreciate your frequent literary references...Anna A is a favorite and of course, M. Proust. When it is sweltering my old pal Faulkner fits right in, also.

Nikira said...

@ Christy. I am glad we are sharing love for Blackwings and Proust. I use to write down long sentences from his books and hung it on a wall, like paintings. I saw him in paintings.
You read Ahmatova in English? Who is the translator? I read Faulkner long time ago, in translation. I use to read a lot, my mother collected a lot of books and all my life I was best friends with librarians, I fixed books, so they liked me and allowed me to browse shelves usually closed for readers.
Now I read very little, mostly books I can learn from: Natalie Angier, The book of Living and Dying, Betty Edwards, Pen and Ink, Reading Chinese painting.