One of those days.

I like color of the mountains, reminds me stone. I can't finish a single drawing, wrapped up in everyday's obligations, responsibilities, promises, running around, bumping into people. From today I cherish one minute on the balcony, looking at the grey ocean with white waves, feeling how fresh and delicious air is and the moment when we were doing spicy mayo with Sriracha, waiting for sushi to come.

It was pretty interesting to see seagulls from their backs, below me.

January 27.

Since I can't sleep I decide to post a page from Alpha sketchbook by Stillman & Birn, I scribbled during the day, waiting in the car, writing memos for myself. I miss drawing dearly, it makes me physically sick, not being able to draw. This sketchbook is bigger than my usual size, it is 8 and a half by 11 inches.
We still have big machinery around and interruption in power supply.

Pool room.

In a process. Glad I am done in that freezing room on that shaky scaffolds.

Pretty narrow ledge, had to hold my palette behind my back, because was pressed against the wall.

Sketching and not.

Few minutes of peace with Stillman &Birn Gamma sketchbook.

Here is the end of the stressful day (the day b4) and rewarded or fooled but became a happy owner of "Beats by Dre" music companion.

Low Deep T - Casablanca

Bareburger.

With all my running around and decision making I have little time for drawing and being alone and it makes me anxious. May be because my father, being my single parent, after my mother death when I was 8 month old, (grandmother, who came to help to raise me still held a grandmother's role) made lots of decisions for me for majority of my life (old world postulates), also being an aspiring artist in a family of lawyers was a tremendous failure and contribute to my weakness in making decisions.
But anyhow I manage to finish this drawing of Bareburger, nailing that wonderful day, when we drove to Park Slope and got this delicious burgers from tall and interesting looking girl with accent (for some reason I thought she is from Brazil), she was tan and pink polo shirt was such a pretty color splash on a deep brownish background of the restaurant. Mine was bison burger.
I used ink and Kuretake on some vintage piece of paper.

Out of paper and few photos.

I am out of paper and can't make a trip to the city to get to the Dick Blick Art store or NYC Central, or Pearl.
Have small pads only. So posting couple of photos from yesterday, wishing it could be paintings.

Photos in sepia almost like paintings.

I wish I have better camera to capture moments of life. Behind Inna is my book bag with 2 Stillman & Birn Sketchbooks I prepared for yesterday, but scribbled only one lousy sketch.

Wrangler.

Could not pass it, the car of my childhood dreams, along with the big dog and promise of endless travels in searches of myself. Really like its boyish features. Never owned it, never had a big dog, but life is not over, who knows. Ink and Kuretake.

Photo. Morning sun.

Spectacular view. Made my heart beat faster. Can't wait to start sketching it one day.

Bentley.

This Bentley, I believe from 1984-1990, called "Bentley mulsanne turbo R", was damaged by the ocean, during the hurricane Sandy. It was standing on our block for a longest time, elegant corpse with winged "B" on its front. Was wondering whats story its hiding, how it happened to be here, I didn't see it before. Every time I passed by, it stopped me with its mysterious loneliness, till I realized I have to draw it. I used ink and bits of Kuretake on Arches pad with hot pressed paper. Very hard to move ink on it, realized, not happy with this paper.

Morning sketch.

Quick sketch in Gamma sketchbook early in the morning, realising my Ipod is utterly outdated and that I need to grow into myself to feel more comfortable. Hard with no heat in the house, plus I took with me old and messy water brush.

Subway sketches in Gamma at New Years Eve.

Sketches and memos piled up and suffocated me on New Year's evening.

I was not alone on the train. Not everyone looked happy, but I was glad that most were self absorbed and ignored me, so I was able to follow nose lines and pursed lips.

On January first instead of sleeping I was drawing door handles on empty train on the way to Williamsburg. Than people showed up.

Gamma sketches.

Few pencil sketches on the way.