This is a sweet Italian job that sits in a cafe I visit every Saturday. It is bright red, sexy and sculptural.
Again, my iPhone betrays with added tint which is not welcome. If I wanted sepia, I would have added the tone. Maybe my illustrations are telling me that they want a dash. When they verbalize, I will converse.
Happy Italian design and beautiful line. Thank you Corradino D’Ascanio.
Tra voi tra voi saprò dividere
il tempo mio giocondo;
Tutto è follia nel mondo
Ciò che non è piacer.
Godiam, fugace e rapido
e’il gaudio dell’amore,
e’un fior che nasce e muore,
ne più si può goder.
Godiam c’invita un fervido
Violetta (as she sings to an impossible task)
I really didn’t feel like drawing for an entire week. With the events in France still fresh, the creative compulsion I usually feed, had no appetite.
Finally, I knew I had to get pen and brush to paper. It really isn’t a choice, is it?
To be in the act of making art is nutritional and spirit healing, sort of like a spring returning to its form.
Forever morning in a café, drinking, celebrating little peeks outside a window. I am side-by-side with a cute little number as the lines grow strong; they formulate in mind.
Perfect Fall; brown, red, scents up an espresso machine. Geese in a nearby cemetery, spooning each other for show.
Friends warming. Friends talking cha-cha.
Just a quick spin around the block, scooter in mind, pen in hand. Something to keep my hands busy while I waited for a friend.