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The finished first drawing at the Every Other Sunday sketch meetup in the West Fulton Market. Took a bit of a cluttered view. Lots of repetition with bottles and tiles but also a nice stacking center as one looks past the barfly to the food court beyond. The second sketch was to my right of the accompanying architects dramatically backlit by the afternoon sun. Fountain pen and Pitt Artist Pens on Tomoe River Paper.
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Now I’m not sure of the source of this eye gouging coat, but I was sketching someone else when I happened to turn and see her wrapped like a chevroned cocoon. Jumped subject’s immediately and drew what just might have been the striped tail from a very, very large Coatimundi.
Fountain pen and Pitt Artist Pens on Tomoe River Paper.
Four weeks in Italy. First stop, Venezia. First surprise, no tourist. We were them. Longs walks about the city were without crowds of any sort. Restaurants had 1:3 occupancy and those were Italians, many were workers and locals.
It had been 44 years since I was last there.
The flight was uneventful. Chicago to Dublin, switch planes and then fly to Venice. The alps are so close! When we landed at the airport across the water from Venice and then boarded the bus to Venice we could see very clearly the peaks of the Italian Alps and at that time of day, late afternoon, they were pink.
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We had very enjoyable meals out and about but we also cooked some at our apartment. If you choose to do that, you’re well served to go to the Fish Market alongside the main canal. Not only was the selection of fish absolutely superb, the produce was glorious! It was December for Pete’s sake.
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I returned to some locations I had first seen as a college kid. The Tintorettos and Tiepolos were grand. I spent over two and a half chilly hours sketching and gawking at huge Tintoretto canvases, and could have stuck around for another few hours but Giamila was chilled to the bone by then and the dinner bell was ringing.
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After dinner, prepared by my darling wife, she retired to do some reading with the understanding, hubby would clear the table, wash dishes, and tidy up.
Welllllll…..he, that being hubby, decided it might be the right time to try his hand at a little naturalismo, and brought out the tools for some sketcheroo.
But kinda the same thing happend when he attempts some Uber realism as when he makes for to do dishes. He just kinda, sorta, like….loses interest, and it’s off to the next thing.
Fountain pen and Pitt Artist Pens on thin mulberry paper.
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