Couldn’t resist painting with coffee while waiting for Kathy yesterday. Figuring what could go wrong, I started dipping my brush in my cup and well… coffeehands.
This may not be my best drawing, but it certainly was fun. Plus, I got to keep drinking my paint.
Tried something different today and last weekend. Instead of painting, then adding more contouring, I did it all before the color.
What happened surprised me.
The painting and sketch took on an extra depth that I wasn’t expecting. Content, I will definitely find an avenue to push this further.
This is my Zojirushi coffee maker. It is slow and it makes my morning cup very much like a pour over. The big difference is that it warms the water.
There is something about the perfect cup of coffee any time of the day. It is the embodiment of good memories, a comfortable mind and all that is well.
Ashley Scarlett (https://syncopatedeyeball.wordpress.com/2015/08/14/cold-comfort/) posted a beautiful image of a sofa and office chair the other day. It had all the ingredients and essence of office cool and scent. I could even detect someone’s cigarettes in the fabric.
I don’t prefer sitting in offices, nor typical office furniture. However, I am always amused that designers took the time to create such schlock.
Thank you Ashley for inspiring me to go out and illustrate some “kafé Kool”. Not so much for the hipster next to me. He was quite full of himself, plus his black rimmed glasses were obnoxious. I don’t like hipsters.
What can you say about the perfect breakfast at any time of the day. Complement with black, organic coffee and perfection erupts.
Loving my Dr. Ph. Martin watercolors.
Today I shared lunch,
a circle of coffee…
both share le noir,
a tool for conversation,
she is hot additive,
the scent; spirit fume.
both are simmered, and full-bodied.
2010 Barry Comer – Illustration 2015
How could he, when wild chairs are on his tail. Cafe sketching is dangerous.
Cafe sketching is fun and instructive. If you can’t get the gesture, you can’t get the feel. Everyone moves like clockwork and nothing stays the same.
Having sketched heads, hands, legs and faces, I fill in the blanks from memory.
Lost among the plates, salt and pepper shakers and menus is a simple glass of sugars. There are several to choose from. You know the drill… real, fake, etc.
I found this glass very interesting, not only as a holdout to fancier things, but as a small sculpture on the table top.
The Seattle Urban Sketchers have caught my attention the last several months. Wrapped in familiar urban theme, each has a unique familiarity to their city. One in particular is David Chamness. I like his line, but more, I appreciate his palette and casual painting. Of course casual is in the eye of the beholder and his work is very sophisticated.
So I went out early this evening and sketched at a local cafe. I was mindful of my line, but more so, I paid attention to my painting.