Green night.

I named it Green Night because of unreal yellow-green light which  lit up this corner of the small Brooklyn street. Adorable street signs, balding trees. I, probably, project my own feelings, as usual, after reading about Ingeborg Bachmann and her in the book by Max Frisch "Gantenbein", the book, which I bought for my daughter not so long ago and loved in my youth, never knew that he wrote about Ingeborg Bachmann and their complicated love story. And I got sad reading about her in her forties burning to death alone in her Rome apartment, leaving unfinished books...
Anyway, about drawing, I scraped some lines on beautiful expensive paper with broken syringe, then drew with ink and couple of Kuretake brush pens.