The other day I visited my favorite florist in Aulnay to pick up some sketching flowers. Nothing improves the RER ride home like holding a crisply wrapped bunch of calla lilies! After photographing the life out of their perfect secondary triad selves, I did some sketches. I always feel so artsy sketching flowers in my little garret high above the city. The only thing that ruins the image is that I sometimes watch movies while I sketch, and my selection is limited. How artsy can you be while you are watching Dirty Dancing in French?
I always love your flower pictures– well any photo you take is beautiful!!
Beautiful!
obviously very artsy. the pic aaand the sketch are, as always, lovely. but nowhere near as lovely as you. i miss you.
I remember seeing a sketch that you had whipped out in an afternoon, revealing later that you had completed the entire elegant project while watching a few episodes of LOST (aka: people running from/shooting at the Others, smoke monsters, and rabid polar bears) . . . *that*, my dear, is what I call talent.