Two ink sketches at Amsterdam’s Hortus Botanicus today.
I have high hopes for these little buggers. Last year I had tomato plants growing up above my head, but last summer was extreme.
Early evening, early summer trees from near where I live.
Sometimes, just getting a new bottle of ink is like having a new car to drive around in, or a new instrument to play. This is some nice black ink from Belarus that my friend Katsia kindly gave me.
I’ve wanted to draw something with a Bic biro for ages—that indigo blue kills me. Then I found that spraying a bit of isopropanol makes the ink run, and you get this great watery effect. (Though it seems to be only the magenta pigment that runs. The cyan doesn’t seem to run much).
Drawn on 300g brilliant white Clairalfa inkjet paper.
The Bob Mortimer was the first I tried this way. It looks OK… but there are probably too many lines going on.
Self-portrait with red pupils. An attempt at something I could use as a profile picture. I’m so glad I was born before the internet. I’m glad I’ve known both sides of the story. Made in brushed ink, pencil, colour pencil, gel pen.
Unplanned still life in red and blue ink with brush and glass pen, red pencil and blue crayon.