tree

Done with pilot pen and fountain pen

a village built over the sludge waters of the land . each house is cobbled together by means of any materials sturdy enough .

Fine point Micron pen

Multiple trees drawn with gel pens.

Character painted at a graffiti jam in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.

Acrylic on metal (newspaper street box)

Doodling of the Day

The street painters of Beos, Jakarta.

Nature is where you become a true you, it's a place to disconnect from the world and to feel so connected to it at the same time.

A temple between the trees

I'm always crossing the woods in the winter (safe from ticks) to discover happenings--animal movement, tree life and so on. Came upon this scene just recently, two trees that fell together during a wind event.

Needing to get out of the house, I walked down the street to the antique shops that are right around the corner from my house and did some urban sketching.

Beginning. The Unforgiving Tree. Once there was a tree... https://www.instagram.com/p/CQeBCxghBtm/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Using Procreate

She watches us all as we pass through her lands. The grass , the rocks, the trees...

Morning fire, in the sky....using colored pencils

Original Photo by my Mother

A watercolor piece, all in one color

Ink sketch from october 2020

Strolling through Copenhagen in the morning, I sat down and drew these beautiful cherry blossom trees.

This tree is right outside the balcony at my parents' home. I can spend hours just starting at the fronds. This must be the fourth or fifth time I've sketched out.

Erik Satie (1866–1925) In 1898, Satie moved from Paris’s Montmartre district to the working-class suburb of Arcueil, where he would live for the rest of his life. Most mornings, however, the composer returned to the city on foot, walking a distance of about six miles to his former neighborhood, stopping at his favorite cafés along the way. According to one observer, Satie “walked slowly, taking small steps, his umbrella held tight under his arm. When talking he would stop, bend one knee a little, adjust his pince-nez and place his fist on his hip. Then he would take off once more, with small deliberate steps.” His dress was also distinctive: the same year that he moved to Arcueil, Satie received a small inheritance, which he used to purchase a dozen identical chestnut-colored velvet suits, with the same number of matching bowler hats. Locals who saw him pass by each day soon began calling him the Velvet Gentleman. The last train back to Arcueil left at 1:00 A.M., but Satie frequently missed it. Then he would walk the several miles home, sometimes not arriving until the sun was about to rise. Nevertheless, as soon as the next morning dawned, he would set off to Paris once more. The scholar Roger Shattuck once proposed that Satie’s unique sense of musical beat, and his appreciation of “the possibility of variation within repetition,” could be traced to this “endless walking back and forth across the same landscape day after day.” Indeed, Satie was observed stopping to jot down ideas during his walks, pausing under a streetlamp if it was dark. During the war the streetlamps were often extinguished, and rumor had it that Satie’s productivity dropped as a result. - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey

My new style of Zentangle art.