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More Inktober drawings that were put on Facebook already.


#15 the deli close up.

#16 Breakfast


#18 A cute Colombian restaurant in an old diner. It was difficult to get the car situated so I had a good view – pesky traffic.

Hahnemühle paper (don’t know exact name), Pilot Parallel Pen, Waterbrush.


(These are all Inktober pen sketches that have been on facebook already.)

#9. Cheryl, at work, had a baggie of figs from her tree at home. She handed me one but I didn’t want to eat it. “Draw it” she said. Ok.

#10. Coffee break and an intense discussion.


#12. A lighting store with large sparkly chandeliers hanging in the window. I shudder to think of the dust they must accumulate in all the hanging bits and nooks and crannies.

#13. The place for tire emergencies.

Hahnemühle paper (don’t know exact name), Pilot Parallel Pen, Waterbrush.

These are all Inktober pen sketches. I posted them on facebook already, so, sorry if you’ve already seen them. The OCD side of my brain dictates that I blog them.


#5 ugh. Smelly things. There’s a room in this store – like a clubhouse – where “the guys” get together and puff and probably watch some game or another. I don’t know why I know this.

#6 I messed up the tree so stuck some collage on top.

#7 A disappointing shopping trip to Staples resulted in a sketch.

#8 I like drawing this place.

Hahnemühle paper (don’t know exact name), Pilot Parallel Pen, Waterbrush. A snippet of camouflage collage.

Working in this 3″x4″ pad of rough drawing paper that was in the symposium swag bag using totally inappropriate tools guarantees imperfection.

Fine with me. Stress disappears. Second guessing vanishes. I sketch and zone out.

Inktober sketch #1 – Park Slope outdoor diners.

Suzala’s friend kept her company while she sketched and painted in Park Slope.

Suzala’s Special Painting Technique.

Inktober sketch #2.

and #3. Neighborhood.

Hahnemühle paper (don’t know exact name), Pilot Parallel Pen, Waterbrush

At home, before I exited my car, I sketched the view next door. I started out one-lining it but perspective reared it’s ugly head and resisted all my efforts.

iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Finngr Pro and ArtRage for texture

Chapter 1:
I like to walk. I walk out my door turn right at the corner and at the half mile point I reach the neighborhood strip mall where I turn right again. The last store is Carvel*, and next to that is an area of grass with benches facing inward. Usually people eating ice cream or waiting for the wash cycle in the laundromat sit there if the weather is good. On Sunday there was a teenager sitting on one of the benches smoking, his bike on the ground next to him. I had three thoughts: “What an a-hole. Why on earth would a kid nowadays be smoking?” This is my standard thought reaction. The second thing I wondered about was the size of his bike. It wasn’t an “adult” one but was small. Maybe something a preteen would ride? But he was older than that. Not a young teen or an older teen – he looked like an in-between teen. You know what I mean. My third thought was “What a Round Face!”. Just in case you all wonder, I had dark sunglasses on and was not staring at him, the impressions were instantaneous as I approached and passed by.

Chapter 2:
I continued walking and at the corner crossed over to where the neighborhood pool* is. I followed the sidewalk alongside the fence until I was on the sidewalk alongside the road. I only take this route in daylight because it is a busy street and it doesn’t feel prudent to be there in the dark. This day, about 4:30, was mild and the sun was shining bright at a low angle to my right. I was listening to old Freakonomics podcasts on my iPod. (I know I drew musical notation but I don’t know how to draw economic notation so just use your imagination.)

Chapter 3:
I passed a development of newly finished houses (55 years and older only), a large fenced ball field/basketball court*, more houses, crossed a street and was abreast a moderate sized field of grass when I become aware of someone talking to me. The sun is in my eyes, I turn my head to the right and see Round Face talking. I held up my hand, said “Wait” and pressed the off button on my ear buds. He said “Oh. You couldn’t hear me.” He was smiling and had a pleasant expression on his face. An inch or two taller than me. He held out his phone and asked me to look at something. Now, last Thursday, I was downtown in the West Village, an area I’m not familiar with. I decided I felt so good that I would walk all the way back to Penn Station. At about 12th Street a man stopped me and showed me a piece of paper with an address and directions written on it. He spoke no English so I directed him via pantomime. This happens frequently in the city. This was my thought when Roundy asked me to look at his phone. The sun was in my eyes so I circled around until it wasn’t. I remember thinking that it is too bad if he has to face the sun instead of me. I take off my sunglasses and put on my reading glasses. He says something like “Yes. Put on your glasses.” Something like that. He cups the phone to get rid of the glare and I lean in to look, thinking he wants directions. Really.

Chapter 4:
Well you all probably know what was about to happen but DUH I didn’t. His cell phone has a cracked screen, upper left quadrant, I notice first, and then I see what he is so proud of. I don’t have to tell you. What did guys do before they could take close-up selfies of their stuff and go around showing off?

Chapter 5:
Big grin and then he sped away with his Big Face, Small Bike and Ordinary Thing, pleased with himself. Not even a future perv. He’s one already.

This occurrence mildly disturbed me. It wasn’t a threatening situation – he could have put a scare in me if he’d waited until I was passing by the large shady, shadowy sump – but where we were was open, sunny, with lots of traffic and I was just disgusted. I continued on with my walk, turning around periodically, deciding that if I saw one of the very rare police cars I would report him. I thought about this event on and off that evening and on Monday. I was pissed that I was having feelings of uneasiness when I contemplated going out for my daily walk. I decided that I would start out earlier, when school is just letting out and there are a lot of cars and buses on the local roads. I also decided to draw what happened before I went out – purge it from my psyche. I had a very nice uneventful walk afterwards.

*(if you click the “neighborhood” tag on this blog and look around you will find drawings of these sites.)

iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Procreate and Sketch Club
Everything drawn came out of my head. If it’s wonkier than usual or just plain wrong, well, chalk it up to Sketch Therapy.

iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Sketch Club (ArtRage for texture only)

It was drizzly and I was too lazy to drive to the mall and walk round round round so I parked in the strip mall across from the other strip mall. I backed into the perfect spot and started drawing. At the point of no return cars parked in front of the storefronts and blocked my view of the inner details of the nail spa. Oh well. Also, I confess, that all the signs on Ralph’s exist but not on that one window. Artistic license.

iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Sketch Club (ArtRage used for texture only)

During one iteration of the daily walk this is the point where I turn right and walk along the strip mall on “my” side of the neighborhood big street. The Italian restaurant is behind me to my right. I want to draw this view but the parking spaces, during the daytime, usually contain cars from the service station on the next block. I don’t begrudge them the spaces because I never have a problem getting sudden auto problems resolved there. I stopped and snapped a picture – something I pretty much never do – and kept walking. I thought that I would use the pic as a guide for, I don’t know, figuring out things. I also thought that I would drive back there after my walk but I felt too lazy so I used it as a reference for this freehand sketch.

iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Sketch Club (ArtRage for texture only)
Used my photo as reference.

I started my walk at sunset and by the time I finished the 2.3 mile circuit it was fully dark. IPat and I drove to the neighborhood strip mall and sketched a bit of the other row of shops across the wide street. With iPat darkness is not a hindrance for drawing.

iPad; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
Apps Used: Sketch Club (ArtRage for texture only)