Sometimes my lines take on a life of their own. This is my deck with lounge, a little copper and the artist’s imagination. I think that’s okay. Sometimes in the heat of a sketch, the little lights start blinking and version 5.1 appears.
This is the inside of Molly Malone’s. It is one of many Irish bars and restaurants in Louisville on and around Irish Hill. Like many cities, we have a large population of Irish descendants. Again, I am learning how to trust just a pen and my wits while sketching. Instinct says “take a pencil and do it properly”. The instinct for perfection is a constant battle. I will win or at least, make peace.
Watercolored crests and monograms part 2 of the 3 sessions at today's #HavaianasFilipinasWorkshop at @hillsidecafeph :) Love how pigmented the Dr. Ph Martins Hydrus watercolors from @craftcarrot are on @ifex Arches Watercolor Paper. Used @craftdoodleph water brush for this piece. Excited to reproduce this for our personalised holiday stationery! by lifeafterbreakfastph
This was an exhausting sketch of the Crescent Hill Library and am finished. I am no longer debating whether to imply the steps and lettering on the front of the building. Of course it needs color, ...
If you haven’t guessed, I love lines, and lots of them. They come short and they come long. Some are fat and some very thin, but all lines are attractive to me, one way or the other. Once you understand their nature, it is damn near impossible to ignore their beauty and rhythm. Lines are unique and speak for themselves. They never have to justify their existence. They are, because the are.