16"x20", oil on cradled panel. These cityscapes feel forced to me compared with the florals. But I want to give myself a chance to find a playful attitude with the cityscapes which might mean putting up with some discomfort for the time being. But if the discomfort keeps me out of the studio, as it has for the last several days, then maybe its not such a good idea? Ahh, well...
These are some teaching notes for working from a photograph. A loose value study on the left in pencil and a color study on the right in watercolor, with my attempt at writing Jmaa el Fnaa in Arabic (woefully incorrect but I maintain that the reward is in the effort.) I used the same reference photo for this painting last year. Which is currently on display at Tea in Sahara. I am looking forward to the Wednesday watercolor classes which will resume there this week!
Above is a dawn sketch from yesterday morning, looking North East on the Alt-Moabit; google maps tells me that is the Heilandskirche spire. In the other direction I doubted my eyes as thought that I saw, in the distance, a winged figure on a column. I discovered at brerakfast that it was, in fact, the Seigessaule, a Nike-like statue. There was time to take a peacful walk a walk along the Spree river (5 swans came gliding along!) and have a lovely breakfast before catching a bus to Tegel airport.
This is a nightsketch of the view from my window done from a photo on my laptop on the plane. The unlimited time made for a lot of paint. (The greens were my way of grappling with shadows but here they have become plants.)
On Saturday's flight from Marrakech a new friend from Moroccan Sketchbook 2013 gave me my first German language lesson. Did you know that flugel is the word for a bird's wing, a scapula and a piano? Thanks Monika!
My travels were made much finer by the meditation room at Newark airport. It was comfortable and quiet and completely turned around my layover blahs.
I like this little afternoon color study from my window in Berlin.
Here are a couple of Moroccan sketches done on the plane as well.
I am in a hotel room in Berlin (just for tonight, en route from Marrakech to Providence) listening to Piper Gragg's riff on Black Bird. From my desk the setting sun still lights up a few moments in the cityscape while headlights begin to flash in the street below.