this is what i love; the unpredictability of the outcome. india ink. the sketchbooks. the texture of the teabag-paper. the finest lines vs. ink blobs. the beauty of the yellowed pages of old ledgers. and i love placing the teabags on the pages of the sketchbooks, positioning them like they're telling a story; like they're sharing information.
drawing with grass
india ink, last years' grass, teabags, and three sketchbooks. ten minutes. result (excuse me for the poor quality of the photographs...):
this is what i love; the unpredictability of the outcome. india ink. the sketchbooks. the texture of the teabag-paper. the finest lines vs. ink blobs. the beauty of the yellowed pages of old ledgers. and i love placing the teabags on the pages of the sketchbooks, positioning them like they're telling a story; like they're sharing information.
this is what i love; the unpredictability of the outcome. india ink. the sketchbooks. the texture of the teabag-paper. the finest lines vs. ink blobs. the beauty of the yellowed pages of old ledgers. and i love placing the teabags on the pages of the sketchbooks, positioning them like they're telling a story; like they're sharing information.
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