Quick ideas for mural for dining room.

And to make all architectural elements from plaster, 3D, columns, moldings, balustrade. Antique it. And lake would be painted.

Dream.

If I draw my bad dream its leaving me. They holding ground beef. May be its their hearts. The whole shape is resembling heart. I feel terribly connected.

Golden trees. Wall.

Trees and birds in someone's dining room, a bit unfinished, going to finish on monday. My $5 knapsack on the left. :-)

Learners.

Waiting.

 I told my daughter, that I am the only person in the world who wont mind to wait for her to come down to the car for so long as it took her. She laughed. I sketched.

Tools.

Sometimes you see beauty in totally unexpected things. I experimented with ink J. Herbin.

Chair.

This what happen when you sit in the office waiting and getting bored. You start talking to your own reflection.

Colgate lake. Trees.

I went today at the Colgate Lake and sketched the view, and I didn't notice till the end of my work, that I took two spots on the handicapped parking, because for the better view I parked across it. Nobody said a word to me, people with dogs, kayak, in purple hat, fisherman. They struggled on the road sides. Piglet barked meanly from the back seat.  Anyway it was not legal to park anywhere. So this why the watercolor is shameless.

Driving

I wanted to show mood, when all you see is couple of red lights you follow.  It is road 87. And you dreaming that when you'll come home you'll have a glass of wine and put logs in the wood stove.

Mural, I did recently.

Nursery, I did recently.

84 street in Brooklyn.

Sketch done from the car with sepia ink in pocket Moleskine. My School-G pen works a little smoother. I was enjoying the intimacy of this small street, people, knowing each other, kids, dragging bags from school. Quiet life.

End of the line.

About fate, end of life, being blind to reality. Parcae(roman) - goddess of fate, one of the three of them, ripping the thread of human life.
This is translation of the poem, I wrote as a teen:


And by girl to run at the park,
Rolling the hoop between white statues, 
To yet not know sullen Parcae,  
Not to perceive itself with cursed.

More train sketches

Train sketches. #4

Pencil, little wash, tinted in Photoshop