My dad and my sister were in town this weekend and today, after I dropped my son-formerly-known-as-Captain-Spectacular off at school, we enjoyed a long breakfast together. My father had a go with the paint box. He, like my son, is red/green color blind so I made notes on his color swatches. Interesting how sienna and seipia look green to him (like the sap green) while viridian gets called purple! (The blues, yellows and oranges come through loud and clear.)
More watercolor paintings of the Baltimore skyline.
For a few days in marrakech Elizabeth and I stayed in a suite of rooms over an alleyway a few steps from the Jma el Fnaa. These two windows looked in opposite directions over the pinky-orange alleyway (the name of which I cannot locate on any map).
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.
A few color impressions from Morocco.
