migration

Northern Park House flyway runs over Maja's playground. Her friends don't pay much attention to whizzing and flapping noises, but she often gets pretty distracted. Sometimes she howls and yelps, and it sounds so nostalgic. I keep wondering: what does she have to be nostalgic about? This is her first and only house. No house has ever left her, or deserted her, or kicked her out... that long longing look she gives them... where did that come from?

And those houses... migrating every other day, without any order or timetable... so frivolous... why can't they settle down, grow some roots...

Northern Park House flyway

wildlife

I wasn't sure about posting this page from my sketchbook... it's simply too... sketchbooky, and smudgy, and unfinished... but I love the color.
I tried to scan it, but the scanner didn't show how shiny it is. Not even photoshop could save the situation. However, the photo didn't need any tweeking.
Lately, I am crazy about shiny warm golds and coppers...
And rapidographs... I love the fine-fine-black-ink-lines my 0.18mm rapidograph makes. Perfectly precise thin lines combined with rough brush strokes of shiny color...
Oh, yeah... and bears... I keep drawing bears... and I have no idea why. When I sit and draw, a bear staggers onto the paper... maybe it has something to do with my constant daydreaming about running off into a forest to live away from the city, and noise, and people for a while... long while? :)

WildLife