On the roof top. Was thinking of importance of tonal values. How color secondary, how it won't work without base. I used watercolor paper, I got in Dick Blick, some sort of Fabriano, it was too thin for my intense washes. Gotta research thicker papers with similar grain.
Sketches on my trip. I was so overwhelmed by big project, painting Chinese garden in the living room in 4 days, that I thought I need a rest from drawing, but the truth is I craved sketching even more. So I was happy to steal few minutes here and there for quick sketches. I used Blacking pencil, the old one, vintage, not Palomino, (what a magic pencil!) and a little bit of Faber-Castell Durer pencil and few drops of ink in Delta sketchbook by Stillman and Birn. What a pleasurable combination, Delta sketchbook and vintage Blackwing 602.
I finally stopped adding little touches to Green limes and decide to consider it done. Even I still see, how it could be improved. I tried to show how time is flying by, how momentarily our impressions are, how hard to live in a moment and be present fully. Little pixels of the drawing start flying away, some contours getting weak and uncertain, soon the whole happy green cooking event will become distant memory.
We did green lime syrup.
I used ink and Kuretake. I aded new ink, Noodler's Rome Burning.
Sketched on the train, on the top with my old stock Blackwing by Eberhard Faber, really wonderful lead. So many possibilities and so little outcome, constant feeling of suffocation. Especially when not doing what planned.
Meanwhile drew branch with flowers on the wall in the marble store.
Also under the marble I drew before on the molding I did a bit textured technique with venetian in greenish sage color.
Feel constant pain for not drawing what I would like to draw in ink with flat brushes.