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Windy Coffee. [part 1]

Fulya was looking at my sketchbook the other day and remarked that she liked the random sketch that I had made of some girl that I saw walking along with a little plastic cup of coffee during the wind storm a few weeks past. As I still have some small pieces of very good watercolor paper [that I had sized to be used for some small frames I had collected but did not have anything to put in them yet], I thought that perhaps I could transfer a little sketch to a little piece of paper to play with techniques. Namely the layering of water colors. Something that I know I have been working on a lot, but practice makes perfect. I also wanted to see how using my new mechanical pencil filled with blue graphite would work in hiding my lines as I initially worked.


I forgot to take a picture of the transition between not having the girl inked at all to inking her and starting the background.
I was having a hell of a time trying to figure out a setting in which to put her. At first I was thinking next to the field in which I originally saw the scene, but it just didn't seem to work. So while sitting in Place Sainte-Anne I just thought, like usual, why not a city scene. With a drain pipe that doesn't sync up into the bottom half [which I had seen only moments before. It had a beautiful hint of green growing on it from all the water that had run along the outside of the pipe]. I am thinking that I might leave the background as just a normal watercolor painting without the black lines framing everything. Hopefully I will be able to resist temptation.
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