Cup of tea.

Highlighted by the sun and deepened by shadow,  lemony and strong (English Breakfast tea, unexpectedly very good, I usually prefer Earl Grey) turned my day into a day of Cup of Tea, everything else faded and this is the only memory left. I guess, many unpleasant moments were forcefully erased, I cannot allow myself to be affected by people who I can't take seriously enough.
I am trying to cherish and enjoy relationships, thoughts, books, what makes my life happier.
I used ink and Kuretake on Fabriano Artistico.

Little restoration.

I  did a little restoration job in Manhattan, matching faux marble in the lobby. Was very interesting to see manhattanites in action, I thought again about a play, written and staged in the lobby, showing people interacting, pieces of their lives unfolding, accidentally witnessed by an artist painting a mural and left unfinished, guessed, questioned. I had this idea years ago while painting a mural (with horses, carriage, boulevard) in one of the lobbies in Manhattan. Would be very interesting decoration for the play, doors opening and closed with sudden light, silhouettes, cars honking...

It was white paint before above the door.
Than I went to Dick Blick Art store and got few watercolor papers and few water soluble pencils and one ink.  Got some delicious treats for my blind cat.  Had street food. Came home very late, call this day a pretty adventurous.

Sunny Breakfast.

   

Didn't fit into the scanner even in 2 portions. Was trying to get impression of a happy sunny morning. Even life is not perfect, but some moments are. I used ink and Kuretake and couple of pens. Still don't have my art supplies in order, can't find many things, running around too much, but want to start drawing already.

April 17.

Quick sketch in the department store at the end of the beautiful day of April 17.  Pencil in Gamma sketchbook.

Pinkberry.

Pinkberry in Brooklyn. Wonderful day stollen from reality.

7 minutes sketch.

Was picking up someone at the train station in Coney Island and was so happy to grab my Gamma sketchbook and pencil case, always chilling in my bag with me, and start sketching the building in front of me.  Normally people unhappy to wait for someone longer, I am always praying I'll have more minutes to wait, so I can exercise my pencil, which is probably, handicap by now, from being unused for so long.

Early morning and happy to get my NavBAr back.

Early morning.

After loosing Navigation Bar, I was typing question in Google, found forum, 2 people gave me advice, it was accidentally applied HTML code in my post with sunrise, I deleted it and now back to normal view.
Relocation to a new place could be comparable to a painful illness,  stressful and scary. I still cannot find my brushes and paper, towels and salad spinner, but I am greeted by the sun every morning and it gives me hope that I can start drawing again.

:-)

I lost my NavBar.

Checking if I am still able to post from the back door.
Who knows how to get back Navigation Bar? Any advice?

Evening window and beautiful breakfast.

I called it evening window to the world. I was afraid that this valance with sweets scenes a la Antoine Watteau would be covering too much sky and it is, but it gives a character to the kitchen and it was very cheap, so it stays.

  Mornings are wonderful here, spectacular sunrise. Beautiful breakfast.

Updated Linen technique room.

Added blue accents and brown piece of furniture. Still lots to do.

Car.

Small piece of paper for the small car. Ink and Kuretake. I stole some time from antiquing furniture for the kitchen and now feel guilty and scared that I won't fit into planned timeframe.

Room.

I did linen technique and metallic plaster in Expresso finish in this room. It looks very nice and cozy. Metallic plaster came from Kentucky, could not find in nearest stores. The key is thicker first layer and small movements, and smooth top layers. Not too much texture. I love plasters.

Rainy day.

Sitting in the car on that wet day, waiting to get in contact with my friend's daughter from Moscow gave me some "slow" time to sketch and think. So I was thinking of a beauty of that grey day, about people with umbrellas, leading their unknown lives, about not knowing, but guessing, being quick of judgment and being judged, being mistaken, being fooled by the surface, being strong to exercise kindness, staying connected, not to be afraid.
I used ink and Kuretake on Arches hot press paper from the pad. Not easy to move ink on that paper.

Pencil sketch.

Sketched on the run with my old Bell System pencil. My faithful Gamma sketchbook by Stillman and Birn getting all this marks from metallic glaze and venetian lime stone plaster I used at work project, and it makes my sketchbook even more valuable to me, my companion in fun, learning and my memo book.

Scribbling, March 8.

quick scribbling on the way, still running without a moment for myself.